As they chatted, another loud rumble sounded.
Far out on the sea's horizon, another mushroom cloud rose.
Among the crowd, the Demon Island Master watched the rising mushroom cloud and the blazing, red-hot glow that filled half the sky. A wicked smile appeared on his face, and he said, "I never expected that in just a few hundred years, human weaponry would develop to this extent. If this artillery shell was dropped in a city, I wonder how many people it could kill?"
He licked his lips, a glint of anticipation in his eyes, and murmured, "Just the thought of that scene makes me excited. It must be an absolutely stunning sight in the mortal world."
"Amitabha!"
Monk Huiyuan heard this and slightly furrowed his brows, lowering his head and reciting a Buddhist chant.
"What the fuck!"
Just then, someone in the crowd below yelled.
