"Do you think I'm dead?" Zhao Changsheng's fox-like eyes narrowed, thunder surged in her hands, and a five-meter-long Thunder Whip slowly formed in her grip.
The man took one look and muttered in trouble, "Damn, this woman is a Level 2 Thunder Element, quick! Let's go!"
His face almost distorted with fear as the driver revved the engine and charged forward.
The Thunder Whip narrowly missed them and struck the ground, sparking a flurry of sparks.
"Damn it, told you to keep it down," the driver cursed resentfully.
"It's fine, isn't it? Their junk car can't catch up," the bearded man retorted stubbornly.
No sooner had he spoken than a one-meter-tall ice spike burst from the ground, piercing straight through the jeep's body and severing it in half into scrap metal.
The two men tumbled out of the car and rolled on the ground.
In the military vehicle, Lu Chen's eyes shone with a cold light.
"Dare to insult my sister, I'll crush you to death."