On a rugged mountain path in the desolate wilderness, Wang Ping sat disheveled on a rock, panting heavily.
The Divine Envoy was gone!
The Divine Envoy's disciple had also disappeared.
'This damn Demon Sect!'
'This is a complete scam!'
'I'm cutting ties with these people as soon as I get back. Wouldn't it be much better to just be a director in peace?!'
"Fuck, why is there no signal? Am I going to starve to death out here?!"
Wang Ping grumbled. Just as he was about to get up, he suddenly felt a cold, sinister wind brush past him from behind, sending a chill down his spine.
His neck stiffened. 'Out here in the middle of nowhere... could it be some kind of demon or ghost?'
He had been on edge all day, and his nerves were completely shot.
Wang Ping tried to control his breathing. His eyes sharpened. He suddenly lunged forward into a roll, grabbed a rock from the ground, and twisted around. WHOOSH! He hurled it at the target.
The series of movements was astonishingly swift.
