698 800 Lightning Aurablades

Lu Shu led Coral into the rain. It was as if he was holding his partner, hand in hand, to attend a dignified banquet. The red carpet had been rolled out, but it was drenched in blood.

Fresh blood dripped off the train door. Behind Lu Shu and Coral lay the dead bodies of more than ten killers.

It was a satanic sight. Maybe even demons would be ashamed of their incapabilities to recreate the scene.

A buzz sounded above them. A blinding light shone on them, like a spotlight on a stage. Lu Shu looked up calmly and said, "Seriously? They've even sent a helicopter."

As he raised his hand, gray threads traveled upwards against the pouring rain. In an instant, 36 holes punctured the entire helicopter. Its propellers screeched, protesting against its impending demise. However, its final struggle was nothing but futile. The right side of the helicopter was suddenly engulfed in fire, and the giant tilted sideways, plunging under gravity.