Gowers withdrew his crossbow and pointed it at Xu Yangyi like a gun.

“Bang,” he said, and afterwards he blew on the crossbow and turned into a streak of golden light, storming away down below.

“Mister.” Jenny looked at Xu Yangyi with seemingly deep meaning. “New York isn’t China. You… would do best to exercise a little restraint. Otherwise, I guarantee that it’ll be hard for you to continue living here.”

Finished speaking, she lifted her leg and took a stride away. A golden steed immediately appeared. Her way of leaving was different from Gowers. She was simply a gorgeous arrival on stage, dazzling as a curtain call. Wherever she went, only a sky of white spirit feathers were left behind.

“Interesting.” Xu Yangyi watched her back, rubbed his chin, and murmured, “Her realm isn’t as high as Gowers, but she makes me feel that she isn’t weaker than him… Is it she herself, or an item that she’s carrying? No… is it her magik treasure? A magik treasure that can threaten Core Formation?”

Briefly pondering to himself, he stowed his gaze and looked towards the direction that Gowers left.

“That guy was strong… Is that a devil-hunter? The ones usually seen on TV and movies? He’s excessively...