The thick smell of gasoline, mingled with the stench of blood, hung over the service area. Beside three abandoned cars with their gas tanks pried open, ten anxious figures circled a silver-gray RV.
Purple electric arcs danced in the palm of the buzz-cut man leading them, but they were swallowed by an invisible barrier the moment they touched the vehicle's door.
"Brother Lei, this RV is seriously weird."
A man as scrawny as a monkey scraped his dagger against the vehicle's body, producing a grating sound. "Normally, a territory protected by a superpower like this should only last half an hour at most. It's already been two hours."
"Shut up!"
Veins bulged on Lei Hu's forehead, and the Thunder Ball gathering at his fingertips suddenly swelled.
The purple lightning illuminated a vicious scar on his brow bone, but it turned to a wisp of smoke the moment it touched the RV's roof.
