"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
One missile exploded, followed by the ones behind it.
The powerful shockwave reached Mo Huasong, and even though he had gotten pretty far away, he was still smashed and sent flying.
Mo Huasong seized the opportunity of this shockwave to continue to fly backward.
Mo Huasong felt the powerful impact hitting his body as if it weighed thousands of pounds.
"Pft." Mo Huasong spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, continuing to fly backward.
The combined power of several dozens of missiles was terrifying, no wonder Hong Yaxuan had advised him not to mess with them.
While quickly flying backward, Mo Huasong took out a Healing Dan and swallowed it.
"Damn it, our missile base has been decimated, all those missiles, those excellent talents," a high-ranking figure of the Black Country roared in anger.
They were doomed now, as a lot of their relied-on resources were gone.
The Black Country panicked, immediately launching another missile base.
