Give You Two Minutes

Valentine glanced at Lincoln and Washington from the corner of his eye and found them lying completely flat on the ground.

Their bodies were limp as mud, and they could not even move a finger.

Getting back up to fight was out of the question.

"Boom!"

A bomb from Nobel suddenly flew over, and flames and explosions swallowed Tang Luo.

Where Qin Wushuang had stood was now a circular crater over five meters in radius and more than ten meters deep.

Flames surged and burned within it. The blast waves still raged, and cracking explosions echoed from time to time.

It was like a fiery hell.

At the very bottom, Qin Wushuang gripped a massive shield with both hands and slowly rose to his feet.

Now that the shield had fully appeared, it could be seen that it seemed to be made of bronze. It was square, slightly curved, bending toward its wielder.

It was as thick as a palm, which was quite astonishing.

Theoretically, a shield could not possibly block flames. At most, it could block the flames and shockwaves directly in front of it.

But the extraordinary could not be judged by ordinary logic. Otherwise, they would not be called extraordinary.

The shield in Qin Wushuang's hands was the same, protecting him firmly.

It allowed him to survive in this terrifying crater that resembled the interior of a volcano.

Still, Qin Wushuang did not look to be in good condition. His face was somewhat pale.

Nobel was a rather special War Spirit. In terms of sheer destructive power, he was the strongest among all the War Spirits that had appeared so far.

Even the "ex-girlfriend" miniature missiles Sun Hongyun had somehow acquired could not match the destructive force of Nobel's earlier barrage.

Did that make Nobel the strongest