"In this world, there is no Pointing-to-Mystery who can kill me."
Evan Lin's voice was calm, every word crisp and clear. There was not a hint of arrogance in his speech, yet somehow no one could muster any resistance: "Pointing-to-Mystery, in my eyes, are nothing more than ants that have grown wings—able to fly a little, but still ants."
But ants will always be ants.
"Arrogant brat!"
Hearing Evan Lin's words, Third Elder Rowe suddenly roared in fury.
His already massive inner force surged even higher. Up close, the Rolls-Royce was wrapped in swirling, chaotic streams of energy.
By contrast, the car Lily Liang was driving had nothing but its ordinary steel body—no inner force shielding it at all.
When the cars were still more than twenty meters apart, Lily could already see her hood caving in from the crushing force sweeping toward them.
The windshield, squeezed by the force, began to crack with a sharp snapping sound. Fine fractures spread in the lower right corner, as if it could shatter completely at any moment.
"You bastard! Bastard!"
Lily Liang shrieked, her eyes red and streaming with tears—completely terrified.
She had absolutely no way to change the situation. Evan Lin was standing on the roof, clearly not planning to pay her any attention.
With Evan's strength, Lily believed that if he really wanted to escape, he could vanish in seconds.
But while Evan could run, she had no way out at all.
She was about to lose her life here.
The Rolls-Royce was almost upon them.
Lily stared at the giant phantom, now towering ten meters tall, and the enormous scythe in its hand—at least twenty meters long—slashing down toward them.
Aura erupted, inner force howled.
The Rolls-Royce’s front end was about to smash straight into Lily’s car.
Lily’s mind went numb—she’d lost the ability to think.