As Lu Yan swung his hoe in the Soul World, diligently undermining the walls, an unexpected visitor arrived outside the underground pharmaceutical factory where his physical body resided.
Shaq paced back and forth outside the factory, a look of anxiousness on his face.
Quentin leaned against the door, a cigarette in his mouth, calmly saying:
"Old pal, you need to relax a bit."
"Relax? That's easy for you to say, but the Upper City is about to launch an attack.
This time, it's not just those useless law enforcement teams coming; it's the most elite Spiritual Ability Users from the Upper City!"
Shaq frantically waved his hands, spittle flying as he spoke.
"Many of them are descendants of big figures from the Upper City, having enjoyed the best Spiritual Transformations since childhood, along with highly skilled compilers crafting personalized Spiritual Ability Codes for them.
