Shen Luo and the others immediately felt a tremendous pulling force, dragging them relentlessly towards the center of the black vortex.
His gaze fell on the three storage rings worn by the uncouth man, understanding instantly, "The saltpeter gunpowder is all in his storage rings. This bastard wants to drag us down with him."
Although the power of mundane gunpowder is limited, when combined with a cultivator's Dantian power, the power of the explosion cannot be underestimated. In such a close range, Shen Luo dared not claim he could escape unscathed.
A chill ran through Shen Luo's heart. He immediately circulated all his Mana power, desperately breaking free from the pull of the black light, struggling to move outside.
Not far from him, Zhou Meng was shimmering in golden light, also struggling against the attraction. Yet, at most he could only maintain his position and not retreat. Escaping was nothing more than a fantasy.
