The Continental Shockwave Bomb was a black sphere three meters in diameter, its core containing three types of qualitatively transformed energy that Green could not comprehend.
In truth, aside from the extreme scarcity of required resources and the high failure rate in its manufacture, which had led mechanical wizards to gradually replace it with other strategic weapons over the course of history, the Continental Shockwave Bomb's greatest flaw lay in its relatively lengthy energy-gathering time.
"Little Eight!"
Green summoned Little Eight.
Still bleary-eyed, Little Eight yawned. Then Youquan's massive energy fluctuations as she released her Self-Sealing Art startled him awake. He shrank his head back and glanced around. There was no one nearby, but he sensed hostile locks from far beyond his field of vision.
"Damn it, wasn't this supposed to be a mission to destroy a metal base? What the hell is going on?"
Green was firmly drawn against Youquan's enormous true body by its gravity. Beneath the Face of Truth, his dual-colored eyes glanced sideways as he said solemnly, "In a moment, I need you to complete a task!"
"What is it?"
Little Eight asked warily. Green said in a low voice, "Mark that Black Terminator!"
One hourglass later.
Only Youquan and Tajibeli remained in the sky.
The power of the Self-Sealing Art was in a lull between eruptions. Seizing this rare, fleeting opening, Youquan grabbed her own chest with her left hand. Vast abyssal devil qi gathered as threads of baleful energy were purified from the extremities of her limbs and meridians, squeezing out the deadly poison mixed with the will of the Rotten World from within her body.
Specks of toxic residue gradually seeped from her skin pores.
This Cobra King World Lord was not particularly powerful among the World Lords Green had encountered.
Yet,