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Éditeur: Translation Nation
Meanwhile, at the same time, a car was speeding into the outskirts of the Metropolis of Death.
This car appeared to be enshrouded with darkness. Barely noticeable headlights could be seen panning out, yet the human gaze couldn't see through them. It was like one's line of sight repelled away by force. If an ordinary human gazed at it for too long, a nauseating sensation would erupt.
The car abruptly braked and executed an exceptional drift. Huge military tyres blazed through the sandy patches of this desert outskirt.
After a queer silence of seconds until the sandy dust had settled, a serene electronic voice issued out.
"Its right here. Zi really is decisive. If she had hacked through Fu Lyanna's 'Chains of Corrosion' through normal means, an acute corrosive pollution would've plagued her and trace her for ten minutes. I didn't expect Zi to sacrifice her pair of Silver Storyline grade weapons without hesitation, igniting their horcrux just to avoid ten minutes of tracking!"