Boom—
Just as the eight iron boxes were about to be blown away, another explosion erupted.
The four men and women from the Divine Light Bureau ran behind the wall. They only felt a terrifying blast of air rush out from the doorway on the right, carrying glass shards and countless splinters of wood. The entire building shook violently, and the wall behind them, struck by a powerful impact, actually collapsed straight toward where they were hiding.
They jumped back again, dodging the fallen wall, and stared at one another.
"Has the war started?" a woman asked.
"Fall back first. Coordinate with Miss Ye Jing from earlier and deal with the Demon King's core subordinates." The branch director immediately judged the gap in combat strength.
Although they had not sensed any obvious Pollution, this level of destructive power was not something a Black Iron Rank could achieve. And the Demon King, who had endured it without dying, had undoubtedly reached Mithril Rank.
Who would have thought that Konghai City would contain an existence of this level?
In the center of the banquet hall, the Demon King, who had been violently blasted away by the explosion, discovered that his body was already covered in blood.
The explosive impact just now had nearly killed him.
The Pollution mixed within it made him suffer even more.
He had fought the strongest Transcendents he had ever encountered before, and he could easily defeat them. How could he have expected Konghai City to have opponents capable of using such absurd weapons?
Especially those two Black-Robed Men who had charged at him—they had actually used their lives to attack him.
"Cough, cough."
The Elder, who had been thrown far away and was already half-dead, trembled as he turned his head.
The explosion had not targeted