Chapter 1896: Trump Card
At the same time, the situation on the helipad changed abruptly.
Under Meng Chao's desperate restraint, the little sun born from the explosion swelled violently to a diameter of roughly fifty meters before finally ceasing its runaway expansion.
Even so, with such a blazing fireball hanging above everyone's heads, unleashing boundless light and heat, everyone on the helipad stood dumbstruck, drenched in cold sweat, gripped by the terror of being burned to ashes from flesh to soul.
The civilian staff instinctively wanted to flee and evacuate.
The brawny Transcendents immediately reacted and tried to step forward to lend Meng Chao a hand.
Yet among the many employees of the Martial God Hall, Fallen Star Society, and Superstar Group, seven or eight utterly out-of-place figures had strange light bloom in their eyes. They exchanged glances, let out ecstatic shrieks, and pounced on Meng Chao at the same time.
The explosion just now had already shredded their clothes into countless strips.
Now, Spirit Flame surged wildly around their bodies, burning away even their tattered garments and exposing the vests beneath, strapped full of explosives.
Sure enough, Meng Chao had not been mistaken. The enemy had already infiltrated his side!
Under normal circumstances, crushing these moles would not have been any harder for Meng Chao than crushing a few grasshoppers.
But now, ninety percent of his attention was focused on the little sun in midair.
The little sun was like a fierce beast caught in a Beast Capture Net. Though it had temporarily lost its freedom, it still lunged left and right, struggling desperately, liable to break free of its shackles and run out of control again at any moment.
"Hall Master, watch out!"
Seeing the seven or eight suicide attackers leap to within three to five meters of