As they watched the God-Striking Whip descend from the heavens, many were shocked—but even more were terrified.
When Ivanovich had set up this barrier, it had encompassed nearly half of Monaco.
The other robbers had been caught inside as well, bringing the total number within the barrier to nearly a hundred.
Fortunately, the ordinary citizens had already been evacuated. Otherwise, there would have been even more people.
As the God-Striking Whip continued to descend, cracks like shattered glass spread across the entire barrier.
For every inch the God-Striking Whip fell, another crack deepened.
Other than Yuan Shikai and his four companions, everyone else endured unimaginable pressure.
Second by second, time passed. To the others, what descended was divine punishment—the gods punishing them for their evil deeds.
Those with faith had already fallen to their knees in repentance, praying for forgiveness from the gods they believed in.
Those without faith still struggled desperately, but it was useless. Blood had begun to seep from the surfaces of their bodies.
The projected scenery within the barrier had begun to blur, flickering back and forth between the desert and the city.
As the God-Striking Whip descended, the weakest group—those without defensive Mystic Codes—had already exploded into bloody mist.
Those who were somewhat stronger, or possessed defensive Mystic Codes, fared little better. Their bodies were drenched in their own blood, turning them into blood-soaked figures.
When the God-Striking Whip was less than ten meters from the ground, it vanished.
It was not because the God-Striking Whip had run out of power, but because the barrier had been shattered.
In any case, every robber within the barrier had already turned into bloody mist and scattered into the air.
Once the barrier shattered, the God-Striking Whip would have an intimate encounter with Monaco.
If it had been