128: Reverse Gallop

Chaos erupted in an instant.

However, this was only the beginning.

The scattered crimson threads in the sky, as if guided by some will, began to twist and converge wildly.

They intertwined, wove, and reconfigured.

In a flash, above Old Ghost Hall, a sight that made everyone’s blood run cold appeared.

A portion of the red lines combined to form a giant arm.

Then came the second.

The third… a total of eight monstrous giant arms, entirely composed of crimson energy, materialized out of thin air, blotting out the sky!

Each arm was incredibly thick, with bulging muscles, full of explosive power.

Even more terrifying, these eight arms were not empty.

As the energy further condensed, eight weapons of various forms, yet all emitting terrifying fluctuations, slowly took shape in the arms.

A giant horse-slicing saber shimmering with cold light.

A heavy meteor hammer covered in barbs.

A dark chain wrapped in resentment.

A thick shield engraved with a ghastly bas-relief… Each weapon was like a brutal implement dredged from the depths of hell; just looking at them made one’s heart pound.

"Dad…"

Wang Qingxuan’s voice was tearful, and her body trembled violently.

She had never seen such a terrifying scene.

Wang Han was also completely stunned.

He had navigated the business world for half his life, seen every kind of storm, but the scene before him had completely exceeded his scope of understanding.

The guide completely collapsed.

His legs gave out, and he nearly crumpled to the ground, the last trace of color draining from his face.

He let out an inhuman shriek, grabbing Wang Han’s arm so tightly his nails were almost embedded in the flesh.

"Director Wang! Run! Hurry and run!"

His voice was sharp, thick with tears, and his entire body was shaking violently.

"It’s over! It’s all over! That madman Chen Ao doesn’t know what he provoked! We’re all going to die here!"

The man shrieked incoherently, spitting saliva everywhere, having completely lost his mind.

He wanted to drag Wang Han to escape, but his legs wouldn’t obey, only trembling uselessly in place.

Wang Han ignored him.

This Director of Tianqing Group was also rigid all over at this moment.

He stared intently at the eight monstrous crimson giant arms in the sky, and the ominous weapons emanating from them, a chill shooting from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

This seemed to be a scene beyond human capability.

He subconsciously pulled Wang Qingxuan tighter behind him, his heart pounding.

The surrounding black market had completely turned into a living hell.

Screams, cries, and desperate howls mingled together.

The crowd was like a disturbed ant’s nest, pushing, trampling, and scattering in all directions, fleeing away from the crimson sky.

Amidst this doomsday-like chaos.

Everyone wanted to escape.

Only one person moved against the current.

Lin Yu moved.

Without any warning, his body sank slightly, and he stomped his feet hard on the ground!

He transformed into an arrow shot from a bowstring, without the slightest hesitation, charging directly towards the source of that chaos and terror!

Towards Old Ghost Hall!

"Lin Yu!"

Wang Han’s peripheral vision caught sight of that figure, and his mind instantly went blank.

He instinctively reached out, wanting to grab something, but only clutched at cold air.

Lin Yu’s speed was too fast.

In just a blink of an eye, he had already rushed out more than ten meters, disappearing into the panicked, counter-flowing crowd.

"You’re insane! Come back!"

Wang Han let out an angry roar.

But his voice was instantly drowned out by the deafening clamor and screams.

The guide, seeing this scene, was even more scared out of his wits.

The man shrieked, let go of Wang Han, and tried to escape with the flow of people, scrambling on all fours.

Wang Han grabbed him by the back of his collar, lifting him up forcefully.

"Take my daughter and go!" Wang Han’s eyes were bloodshot, almost roaring, "Find a safe place to hide! If she suffers even the slightest mishap, I’ll have your whole family buried with her!"

He intended to entrust Wang Qingxuan to this man and then rush in himself to drag out his reckless nephew, Lin Yu!

However, Wang Qingxuan clung tightly to his arm.

"No!"

The girl’s face was full of tears and terror, but her grip was unusually strong.

"Dad! I’m not leaving! I’m going with you!"

"Nonsense!" Wang Han was burning with anxiety.

"I won’t!" Wang Qingxuan cried out, her attitude unyieldingly firm, "If we go, we go together! If we stay, we stay together!"

Wang Han looked down again.

The guide he was holding in his hand had been completely scared witless.

He was as limp as a puddle of mud, his eyes unfocused, muttering "It’s over, it’s over" unconsciously.

Rely on him?

A surge of nameless anger, mixed with extreme coldness, rose in Wang Han’s heart.

He let go, allowing the man, who had already soiled himself, to collapse to the ground.

In a flash of lightning, he made his decision.

"Alright!"

Wang Han said no more.

He suddenly bent down, and amidst Wang Qingxuan’s short gasp of surprise, he directly lifted her up in his arms!

A classic princess carry, yet full of strength and determination.

"Hold on tight!"

Before his words finished, he had already taken large strides, carrying his daughter, and likewise charged towards the center of the chaos.

A Director who usually strategized in the business world now burst forth with astonishing physical prowess.

He was like an enraged lion, forcibly smashing a path through the fleeing crowd.

"Lin Yu!"

"Lin Yu! Come back quickly! It’s dangerous!"

Wang Han roared, his voice hoarse from urgency.

It was over; this anomaly must have had some form of hallucinatory effect, causing Lin Yu to lose his sense of direction and run the wrong way!

No, he had to find Lin Yu!

Wang Qingxuan in his arms also poked her head out, calling out loudly in a tearful voice.

"Big Brother Lin Yu! Don’t go over there!"

Their shouts seemed so insignificant amidst the chaotic background noise.

The father and daughter pushed and shoved their way through, finally passing the most chaotic throngs and returning to the cleared area in front of Old Ghost Hall.

The scene before them was even more ravaged than before.

The ground was covered in cracks, shattered debris was everywhere, and the air was filled with a strong, pungent smell of blood and burning, acrid and unpleasant.

In the sky, the eight crimson giant arms seemed to possess life, slowly waving; each swing brought with it a heart-stopping energy pressure.

Then, they saw Lin Yu.

Wang Han’s steps suddenly halted.

He was panting heavily, looking ahead in disbelief.

Lin Yu stood at the torn caution tape.

He didn’t rush forward again, nor did he make any panicked moves.

He just stood there quietly, hands behind his back, looking up slightly at the terrifying, world-destroying scene in the sky.

His expression was unclear, and it was unknown what he was thinking.

This further solidified Wang Han’s judgment.

He stood there, holding his daughter, about ten meters behind Lin Yu, his mind buzzing and blank.