As the sky darkened, night fell.
The dancing continued.
The music was still playing.
The barrels of the Gatlings in the skeletons' hands had already turned red-hot.
If time had slowed, you would have seen one short streak of fire after another shooting from the barrels, piercing through layer upon layer of undead bodies before smashing into the dark giant wall and blooming into clusters of explosive flames.
Sparks of slaughter kept blossoming!
The lines formed by the dense barrage were like a spider's web. Any undead that fell into it lost all their flesh and blood, becoming piles of white bones kneeling on the ground in devout repentance.
Roar!!!
In the sky, the giant dragon kept roaring.
Specks of light rose from the River of Death, gathered into a Light Waterfall, and crashed straight down onto Gu Qingshan.
Gu Qingshan's dance steps never faltered. He swept both hands through the air and shouted:
"I want every last one of them blasted into the sky!"
The skeletons dropped their Gatling guns and pulled Man-Portable Rocket Launchers from their backs.
Missiles flew everywhere—
Boom!!!
Amid the thunderous explosions, countless undead were blasted into the air, then fell onto the River of Death.
The moment they were hit, their world affiliation changed. Now they couldn't fall into the River of Death at all.
Looking again at Gu Qingshan, standing in the middle of the stage, he had a silver steel cannon tube slung over one shoulder and a lead box the size of a kettle in his hand. He was caught in a moment of hesitation.
—Should he use the Electromagnetic Railgun or the nuclear bomb?
The nuclear bomb would cause far too much pollution...
But the undead in the River of Death should be immune to that kind of contamination.
Keeping