Crash!
Ambrose crashed through a door and saw everyone wrestling on the ground, trying to eat others with drooling mouths and blood-red eyes.
On the other side of the car, the sick-looking man opened the door, looked over his shoulder at Ambrose with a slight smile, and then stepped through.
Ambrose pulled out his wooden sword and slashed through the air, sending a golden-colored slash flying across the car.
It destroyed the door and the side of the passenger car, but the sick-looking man had already entered another car. He was looking back at Ambrose through the window with a smile on his face.
It was as if he was just playing around with him.
"Formlessness!" Ambrose flew across the passenger car and smashed through the door of another car. He sent a golden-colored slash across the car, trying to avoid the passengers, and hoped it would hit the sick-looking man.
However, the sick-looking man had vanished somewhere.