Rescuing a Giant Seashell

Lu Yuan was helpless. He felt like an illiterate and simply tossed the Little High Cannon to Old Cat.

Old Cat's paws flailed around, burying the tricycle in the sand. It mounted the Little High Cannon on the tricycle, carefully maintained it for a while, then made a "please" gesture.

Lu Yuan aimed in the right direction and pulled the cord.

"Three, two, one—go!"

A deafening boom rang out, making his head buzz as though ten thousand temple bells were tolling at once.

The shell arced through the air and landed precisely on target.

Boom!!

A small mushroom cloud rose up, whipping up a gale wind.

The next second, about eighty percent of his hearing returned, and he heard both the shell's explosion and the insect's wail.

A demon's bark was indeed terrifyingly tough. Even after being blasted by a shell, it merely shed a few tiny fragments.

After the giant flesh worm's rear end was blown apart, it thrashed wildly on the ground, quickly sparking a frenzied struggle among its own kind.

The insect swarm roared to life once more, slaughtering one another.

Meanwhile, Lu Yuan and the others hid in the Different Dimension again.

"Modern weapons really are powerful..."

When will I be able to withstand weapons like these? Lu Yuan estimated that without using his spatial ability, taking a shell head-on would leave him either dead or crippled.

Wanting to withstand shells with his physical body was still impossible at Level Four or Five. Level Six was worth imagining.

But this was only an ordinary high-explosive shell.

There were even stronger Nuclear Bombs, as well as weapons that combined idealism and materialism. No matter how high humanity's defenses were, even if he trained Eternal Tinder to its maximum level, he probably still could not take such things