When the members of the Black Dragon Sect saw it clearly, fear appeared on their faces.
Who was this guy? How did he get his hands on such a military grenade?
Just as the fifty Black Dragon Sect members were about to retreat, two grenades exploded at the same time.
Sparks shot out and spread in all directions along with the shrapnel.
"Ah..."
"My leg…"
"I... My hand is gone..."
In the next moment, the six unlucky people standing at the front did not even have the chance to cry out in pain before their souls returned to the underworld.
As for the dozen or so people who were still alive, they weren't in a good state either. Some had broken arms and some had broken legs. Some of them hugged their bleeding stomachs and rolled on the ground, screaming.
The smell of gunpowder and blood filled every corner of the underground arena!
Those who were unharmed were also shocked silly.
