Xuanyuan Lun was shocked beyond words by the scenes unfolding before his eyes.
Even a God of Creation Stage attack probably wouldn't possess such a monstrous offensive power!
If only everyone in the Ten-Thousand Spirits Immortal Sect had a bomb like that! In that case, they wouldn't have to fear anyone in battle!
However, he knew that this was not a realistic prospect. Even though these bombs belonged to his son, they were created by Bai Ling, and countless precious materials had been expended in the process. They couldn't be mass-produced, and only a thousand had been made.
These bombs were non-renewable resources to be used solely during an emergency, and there were none left following that epic bombardment. They set off a very satisfying round of explosions, but Xuanyuan Lun was still a little sheepish that he had used up the fruits of his son's hard work in such a short time.
