Hackzord closed the Distortion Door with a grim face.
Even the stupidest person would be able tell that they had just been completely outwitted by the humans!
"Those lowlifes—!" Siacis roared furiously. His murderous intent was clear in the wild twisting of whiskers on his cheeks.
"Shut up!" Hackzord interrupted him. "If they were lowlifes, than who are we, the ones got outwitted by lowlifes? From now on, I don't want to hear you calling them 'lowlifes' ever again!"
Then he leaped up and flew toward the other end of the island.
The black smoke was still billowing upwards ceaselessly, forming a thick column of smoke. The indistinct flashing of firelight from below it caused the column to resemble a jet of magma shooting upwards from the ground. The interior of the city was in disarray. Even in places where the fireball's shockwave hadn't reached, there were bodies of several Primal Demons strewn in across the area at different angles, dead or alive.
