Scorching storms blew in endlessly from afar, flames spreading fiercely.
Fuel that had not been burned away in the explosions continued to fall like rain, mixed with countless fragments and ashes.
Wails and shouts rang out continually in the gaps between alarms.
Huai Shi could no longer afford any more confusion or hesitation.
Instinctively, he stuffed the box into the Return to Ruin and charged toward the blaze.
Yet before he could take a step, he froze in midair.
And began to think.
Lights of Ascenders continuously flashed through the sky as they raced toward the scene. Under the Framework's automatic response, the fire scene was sealed off, torrential rain poured from the heavens, and the sound of ambulances rose in the distance.
The ammunition depot explosion had drawn the alarm and attention of the entire Command Hub. Who knew how many people were watching the situation over there?
Under these circumstances, one more Huai Shi or one less Huai Shi made no difference at all.
But what if his guess was right?
What if it truly had not been an accident, but some traitor deliberately carrying out sabotage...
Then what could blowing up an entire ammunition depot accomplish?
Sure, the destruction was exaggerated. Terrifying.
But so what?
Never mind how enormous the temporary ammunition reserves in the logistics distribution center were. Even if they had tripled that amount and all of it blew up, so what?
The explosion had been sealed by the Framework the instant it occurred and could not cause any greater destruction. Within the coverage of the Great Arcanum, beneath the Creator's Framework, things were simply that unreasonable. How many people had died? A few hundred? A thousand? To put it coldly, even if the death toll doubled, would the Present Realm suffer any loss?
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