"What a spectacle!"
The Artifact Spirit still found the time to joke about Han Yu's body, after all, everyone bore the same face.
"Aren't you worried about my survival?"
Han Yu wore a grim expression, holding a giant boulder the size of a mountain with one hand, raindrops crashed onto him with loud splattering sounds. Fierce winds brought a chill below him, accompanied by ghostly wails. In short, he felt terrible.
"You insisted on continuing the chase, and besides, you're still alive."
The Artifact Spirit's cheerful demeanor particularly annoyed Han Yu, but it didn't seem to mind.
Though Han Yu looked disheveled, at least he was unharmed, as long as he was not hurt, the unlucky ones would be those four fellows.
Indeed, except for the one transformed into a boulder, the other three's expressions drastically changed.
What kind of freak is this!
