Chapter 611: Handing the Blade_2

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No matter what he did, he always considered whether it would bring down the thundering might of the warship.

Masasuke Hazuki did the same, whenever he looked up, he saw the shadow of Orochi looming over him, overshadowing his entire being.

On the evening of August 3, he got into an unmanned taxi, carrying a crude camouflage off-road backpack. He looked especially pale and weak, but still maintained his meticulous silence, just like before.

Heavy rain fell on the nearby streets and buildings; the rain was so intense, it pounded his eardrums like drums of varying tones.

Glancing up, behind the dark, low shanties was the brightly lit core urban area of Jialong Slope, where high-rising hotels and office buildings nearly touched the warships in the sky, their dazzling lights shining through windows, illuminating neighboring districts as bright as day, a place of endless merriment every night.