In the twisted city overshadowed by layers upon layers of shadows, beneath a bizarre windmill of unknown origins, the roar of the Iron Armor Giant echoed through the streets.
An extremely chaotic battle unfolded in the open space. Uncontrolled spiritual energy waves created illusion after illusion—bizarre and absurd phantoms with almost no pattern, blending with fragments of a young man's childhood memories, nightmare visions, and past real events, all blurred and grotesque through the filter of time. The giant was entangled and wrapped by this storm, continuously roaring, wielding its long blade to tear apart the surrounding illusions again and again.
Zheng Zhi sped out from the edge of the storm on a blue children's bicycle. A big yellow dog, riding another bicycle, followed behind him, pedaling hard and howling: "Do not harm my Lord! Do not harm my Lord!"
