The fake explosives had been switched with real gunpowder, and Si Fuqing was right at the center of the explosion. She couldn't have survived without losing a layer of skin, if not dead.
But just by hearing the roars from a moment ago, one could know how powerful the explosion was.
Si Fuqing must be dead!
How can I compete with her now?
Tong Luoyun's brows raised unconsciously with joy as she began to speak, "Sang—"
"Slap!"
A slap landed on her face, and Tong Luoyun fell to the ground.
Sang Yanqing's eyes were bloodshot with anger, "Shut your mouth!"
While running toward the valley, she dialed the emergency contact on her phone, her voice trembling, "Hello, is this Mr. Shen Ying..."
She steadied her tone before continuing, "We, we've encountered an explosion. The road has been blown up, and we can't find Si Fuqing."