After the lightning finished its dragon-like rampage, it finally dissipated, and the once-bustling clearing fell utterly silent.
Chu He stood there alone.
Mr. Luo, the Martial Artists he brought, and their cars had all vanished into thin air, leaving not a single trace behind.
The bizarre disappearance was chilling, as if they had never existed in this place to begin with.
When the lightning descended, Young Master Liu's heart was thrown into turmoil.
He could clearly sense that the Evil Spirit, long dormant within his body, was now trembling.
Evil Spirits were supernatural beings, devoid of emotion. And yet, at that moment, Young Master Liu could distinctly feel its terror.
This filled him with a deep reverence for Chu He, and he marveled to himself, 'Chu He... that man is terrifying!'
"Now, the only thing left here is the unknown in this well."
Chu He walked over to the ancient well.
The mouth of the well was a deep abyss, like a gateway to another world.
