At this moment, inside the sedan, Ye Luo was gasping for breath, his face pale, his hands tightly clutching the Dragon Head Box.
"Ye Luo, how are you? Is it serious?" Leng Ruobing looked at Ye Luo with a face full of concern.
"I'm okay, don't worry about me, but luckily, we got the Dragon Head." Ye Luo revealed a pale smile.
"Not good, someone is catching up from behind." Suddenly, Mingyue spoke, and right after, the car roared, lost control, and crashed to the side, finally banging against a big tree. Luckily, all three were martial artists and managed to control their bodies in time to avoid injury.
However, the trio quickly sensed a terrifying aura descending, got out of the car, and saw a dark figure approaching from within the darkness.
It was the expert who had previously injured Ye Luo at the Prime Minister's residence, emitting a tremendously frightening momentum. The faces of Ye Luo and his companions were all very solemn.