Given the minimal amount of training time they had, the result of this airborne operation was indeed shocking and comforting to Liu Zhenhan.
Watching the beautiful red gourds smash into the crowd of berserkers, Liu Zhenhan laughed uproariously to the sky.
However, his laughter soon got cut off abruptly.
Neither the expected mushroom cloud from the condensed petrol bombs nor the sky full of flames emerged, only the explosive sounds of "Moradin's Fury" rang out just like the sound of firecrackers, and the ruptured gourds sprayed a continuous stream of red juice.
The berserkers stood there unscathed. These powerful warriors, who didn't feel pain, didn't get severely wounded from getting hit by the gourds on the head or the shrapnel from "Moradin's Fury".
"Obischillaci! How could this happen?" Liu Zhenhan jumped up on the spot.
