Amid the violent shaking, the interior of the carriage seemed to have ignited an explosion, with several welders working overtime in the storm, metal frames twisting and shattering, iron scraps mixed with sparks surging.
Sandbox's figure leapt high from the shattered carriage, making a few nimble turns, landing steadily on the roof, holding the Secret Sword in his hands before him, a deep glow emanating from his body.
The Alchemy Matrix glowing on him was far more intricate than Bologue's, which further proved his identity as a Prayer Believer.
But even though his tier was higher than Bologue's by one level, Sandbox felt no ease at all. On the contrary, he felt unprecedented pressure.
From Bologue's decisive attack, he could vaguely deduce that Bologue seemed to have found a way to locate him.
Ethereal Perception?
