With an explosion that massive, any ordinary person caught in the blast would have been vaporized instantly, leaving no trace behind.
Yet the footage transmitted by the Drone showed three charred figures moving with difficulty at the edge of the crater. Faint light radiated from each of them, as though they were circulating their energy to heal their wounds.
"Smack!"
Just as Zhou Tong was about to fly the Drone closer and call out to the Three Strong Ones, one of them suddenly picked up a stone beside him and flicked it out, knocking the Drone from the sky.
Zhou Tong did not feel the slightest bit of heartache over the Drone, which was worth a hundred thousand yuan. Instead, he said anxiously, "Longevity, buckle your seat belt. We're driving over."
"Zhou Tong, calm down." Li Changshou was startled. Going over to approach such inhuman existences at close range was no different from seeking death.
In the secular world, even among people at the same Life Level, the economically privileged sometimes refused to regard the poor as human.
That was merely a situation that arose among people within the same level of life.
As for those three powerful beings who had been repeatedly struck by missiles—their physical bodies were so formidable, and their Life Levels so extraordinary—how could they possibly regard ordinary people like them as human?
Especially while they were injured.
Even wounded beasts were at their most ferocious. What more could be said of these wounded inhuman powerhouses?
"You don't understand. If we miss this opportunity, there won't be another one."
Zhou Tong's mind seemed to have been controlled by an unknown existence. At that moment, he appeared to have lost all awareness of danger.
Before Li Changshou could stop him, Zhou Tong started the vehicle.
He floored