Solomon looked at Talia who was still struggling, and found it ridiculous that she was still hoping to delay until the boundary recovered.
He raised his hand, continuously condensing and expanding the fire cross until it became a pillar of fire about to cover an area of hundreds of meters.
Two power stations operating could surely be repaired in forty-five minutes. But with only one power station in operation, it would take ninety minutes.
He had given the command to the Grand Priests of Destruction to launch a suicide attack on the power station in the east at any cost!
The remaining Grand Priests will become his stepping stones for retreat after completing the task.
Even if Loren had spare energy, he wouldn't ignore the Grand Priests commencing indiscriminate killing in the city-state and prepare to self-explode, and come after Solomon, the Saint of Destruction.
"No!!"
Talia felt as if her heart was about to leap out. She had never felt such despair before.
