Jun Mohuang smiled happily and turned to leave.
A black barrel-shaped object appeared on her thin shoulder.
"Pfft, what is this? A huge cannon?"
"Hahahaha, could it be that she wants to use this cannon to blast open the gates? Think about it, even a cannon can't be so powerful!"
Upon seeing the strange barrel-shaped object, Yue Qianwu, who was on the lookout, Feng Yunying and Su Zhiyu's mocking smiles were even more obvious.
In Cangyuan Continent, firecrackers were toys for children. They were very weak and could not even break the skin of a Tier 1 or Tier 2 cultivator.
The black cannon on Jun Mohuang's shoulder was more than 10 times larger. It could explode a cultivator's skin at most. How could it possibly blast open the gates!
That was nonsense. How could Jun Mohuang think of that!
But soon, they couldn't laugh anymore.
Black stuff were being released from the black cannon.
