Inside the Divine Armament Catacombs, silence reigned.
It was as if the Governor's ninth-grade Dharmic Armament had destroyed everything with a single blow. Within a short period of time, there would be no beasts in the catacombs.
Even the meatballs previously hanging on the walls had all been destroyed and disintegrated into dust. Wang Baole's mosquitoes flew ahead, their journey undisturbed. They easily reached the end of the catacombs.
Wang Baole had reached the limits of his control by then. He could vaguely see the wall. His eyes widened, and his breathing stopped. Incredulity colored his face.
It wasn't that he hadn't seen the wall before. It was true he had never seen it with his own eyes, but he had seen images and videos of the wall through the mosquitoes' eyes and via the reports that Kong Dao submitted on a regular basis.
