Outside the building, a mysterious man wearing a Niu Horn Mask watched with wide eyes as the high-rise worth hundreds of millions was reduced to ashes in an instant.
"Withdraw," he said coldly, sneering at the officials retreating relentlessly beyond the light wall behind him.
From his perspective, the retreat of Ghost Mountain Market officials was no different than the act of cowards.
"It's really a pity for those guys inside, so-called loyalty is so cheap..."
"You're right, that loyalty is indeed quite cheap."
Suddenly, a voice sounded behind the man in the Niu Horn Mask, causing his hair to stand on end.
Almost instantaneously.
The Longsword in his hand clanged as it was drawn from its sheath, and the Sword Light, like a crescent moon, shot out, slashing horizontally at the person behind him in a flash.
"Sealing."
Space immediately came to a halt.
"Cutting!"
