Chapter Eight Hundred Twenty-Eight
Everyone covered their ears, staring dumbfounded at the mushroom cloud rising towards the sky.
If the previous fight between the two, barely within their comprehension, is any indication, as they were rare Martial Arts Grandmasters, and there was also the video of Long Xiaoshan demolishing the cliff as precedence.
Then the current scene was simply more terrifying than the collapsing cliff.
The huge mushroom cloud that rose looked like a missile had struck the top of Xiaoqing Mountain.
"This is insane!"
Wang Guohai murmured to himself.
Zhai Sijia's face turned ashen.
And people from the South Chuan Group, like Zhao Xiaoqiao, were clenching their fists, faces filled with worry.
From the foot of the mountain, they had already felt the terrifying impact, and at the center of the explosion, it had to be even more horrifying, probably enough to pulverize a tank into dust.
Dust and smoke billowed and spread.
