The players looked closely and saw that the once-impregnable defensive line had vanished completely.
All that remained were numerous meteor craters and shattered ruins, telling of Black Rock City's former glory.
Countless Dark Spirit Race elites had not even left behind a single intact corpse.
"Uh... huh?"
On a distant hillside, Great Wall No. 1 was somewhat dumbfounded, astonished by the power of the Scientific Research Team's new toy.
"This..."
"All troops, listen up."
"Flatten Black Rock City! Finish them off! Leave no one alive!"
"Kill—!!!"
Amid earth-shaking battle cries, the Fourth Calamity charged across the scorching Scorched Earth toward Black Rock City like madmen.
Yet when they raised their weapons, eyes bloodshot and ready for a grand slaughter, they awkwardly discovered—there was barely anything left to harvest.
"Flatten it... interesting. It's already flat."
They looked around. Nothing but empty space.
A suicide squad formed by several hundred high-level Ghost Blades had detonated hundreds of Psionic Nuclear Bombs simultaneously at the city gates and defensive positions. That scene could no longer be described as an explosion. It had been a pure feast of death.
The vast outer-city defensive line had been completely vaporized. Most Dark Spirit Race defenders at Tier Two and below had turned to ash in the multicolored energy currents before they could even see their enemies' faces. Other than charred rubble scattered across the ground, not a single intact corpse could be found.
The brutal siege battle that had originally been expected to cost hundreds of thousands of lives, slowly grinding away the enemy's health, had been reduced to a one-sided steamroll with absolutely no gameplay experience under the dimensional strike of several hundred Psionic Nuclear Bombs!
"That's it? It's already over?"
"I haven't even tried out the top-tier gear I just bought! Where are the mobs?!"