Substrate

"What did you say?"

Tang Ka felt that every strand of his hair and every cell were exploding.

The rain was cold, but his blood was even colder than the rain.

"Get out of the way!"

Before Tang Ka could react, Shao Jie had already roared in desperation.

Turning from a poor homeless dog into a ferocious hungry wolf, Shao Jie laid his right hand on his dagger that was hanging on his hip. "Tang Ka, get out of the way!"

His wrist crystal processor was squeaking and flashing red light, but nobody noticed it in the heavy storm. Or rather, they did not care even if they noticed it.

After all, due to the severe interferences in the storm, nobody would locate them with their portable crystal processors.

"No, the Spiritual Nexus is not cut off. I can still sense it."