Under the howling winds of the wasteland, the skies full of yellow sand declared war on every creature that walked the wasteland.
Turning his head, Su Mo stood on high ground, his eyes drifting to the chaotic camp of the lion people this time.
The sudden explosion of the base's core shelter threw the otherwise well-organized lion people's camp into pandemonium!
A catty of picric acid explosives was not powerful enough to raze the shelter to the ground.
However, for picric acid, the explosion was secondary. The subsequent violent combustion and the toxic smoke emitted were the primary deadly weapons.
"My fellow countrymen, one day, I, Su Mo, will avenge your grievances! I won't spare any of these lion people!"
Looking at the panicked lion people standing in front of the shelter, as well as the humans in varying, miserable states of deaths on the gigantic logs, the agitation in Su Mo's heart finally calmed down a lot.
