He Was Not Alone

Micro-missiles—just how micro were they? They were no bigger than a finger, black from tip to tail, with an extremely dim exhaust flame at the rear.

They were hard to spot in the darkness.

Even the battle spirits and Transcendents only realized what was happening when Sun Hongyun spoke.

"I call it Ex-Girlfriend."

The missile was so fast that Sun Hongyun barely had time to finish the sentence.

By the time he did, it was less than ten centimeters above Tang Luo's head.

Tang Luo reached out, caught the missile, and clenched his fist. Firelight and black smoke leaked from between his fingers, drifting away in wisps.

The surrounding air suddenly sank as a trace of invisible power leaked out. The severely injured Gardner could not remain standing and dropped straight to his knees.

Guan Yu and Qin Qiong's warhorses let out shrill neighs, rearing high on their front legs in fright.

"Your ex-girlfriend isn't very good."

Tang Luo opened his hand, and grayish-white powder drifted down from his palm.

Sun Hongyun said nothing.

"Were you planning to blow all of us up?" Qin Wushuang asked from nearby.

Although that Ex-Girlfriend missile had been caught in Lü Bu's hand and forcibly annihilated in his palm, the little bit of power that leaked out was still enough to make everyone shudder.

Judging the whole from a glimpse, that Ex-Girlfriend could have completely leveled everything within several hundred meters, leaving behind nothing but a massive crater.

"...No. The explosion would only occur within a limited range. This is an 'anti-personnel missile,'" Sun Hongyun said.

"Within the range of a palm?" Qin Wushuang sneered.

"Eight cubic meters."

"Wind, come!"

Zhuge Liang's roar interrupted their exchange. He charged toward Guan Yu, Gardner, and the others, whipping up a fierce gale.

Qin Qiong bore the