For decades, Quancheng had never been as festive as it was tonight.
The explosions resembled firecrackers, sounding without end. Rising and falling flames were like fireworks, their echoes spreading and overlapping in waves as pleasing bursts of light bloomed in every direction.
They all came from the Ghost Cars Ji Jue had sent out.
The first wave—eleven vehicles—had all departed.
The second batch of vehicles, positioned and on standby, was still silently waiting for its time.
There was no need to worry about raw materials. Abandoned vehicles were everywhere amid Quancheng's ruins and streets, some of them not even needing repairs.
At worst, they could rob Peter to pay Paul, patch things together, and always manage to assemble a few intact vehicles.
Using Aether lineage record alteration, Xu Guan turned plastic mannequins hauled out of the mall into corpses and stuffed them inside as embellishments for the explosives. Then, the vehicles eagerly set off, unable to wait any longer.
After that long wait and torment, they had finally embarked upon their final burning journey!
Repairing and reinforcing the frames alone had used up all the Spiritual Substance scavenged from the previous battlefield. Then the subsequent blessing of Deus Ex Machina had nearly drained Cousin's entire Spiritual Substance reserve.
After that, one vehicle after another was fitted with armor plates—or made to look as though it had been fitted with armor—and that was that.
Loaded to the brim with homemade explosives, they delivered surprises to the Evil Transformation Cult members.
Unfortunately, fuel was scarce. Every last bit of stock in the gas stations had evaporated. The improvised explosives made by scavenging whatever materials they could find on the spot were still somewhat lacking in power.
Otherwise, the fireworks would have been even more brilliant and lively.
In just over two hours,