Boom!
The entire sedan continuously cracked, burst, and shattered. Under the impact of immense force, it disintegrated inch by inch until it turned into countless fragments, shooting out in all directions like bullets.
And Bao Shan's palm had already fiercely reached for Zhao Ping's head, as if he wanted to grab him like a little chicken.
But just as his hand stretched out, a strong sense of crisis surged in his heart.
Without time to think, he abruptly generated a gust of wind, retreating several dozens of meters backward in an instant.
As he retreated, the spot where he had been seemed to be slashed by countless invisible blades, leaving behind deep sword marks in the ground.
"Do not linger in battle," Zhao Wanxi's voice came from the cellphone, "Retreat quickly."
Zhao Ping, controlling dozens of sword threads sweeping out, not only forced Bao Shan back, but he had also jumped into the sewer opened by the sword threads, completely disappearing into the darkness.
