"I can't be wrong; even from afar, I can feel the eerie aura, just like rotten rats in the sewers—the kind of smell that always makes one nauseous. I thought I wouldn't encounter it again after coming to this world, but it seems I can't escape it. It looks like I'm just fated to deal with the supernatural. Oh well, let's go check it out."
On a street in Tian Han City, Yang Wei let out a sigh, skillfully throwing a cola bottle into a trash can several meters away, then forcefully accelerated towards a certain direction.
His strength was astonishing, each step easily crushing the pavement. This powerful force almost had him flying close to the ground, moving through the city streets and roads at an incredible speed.
The wind howled past his ears, and the scenery retreated rapidly before his eyes.
Even so, Yang Wei still felt it was too slow.
