The Battle at Seven Treasure Mountain: Bone Douluo's Strength!

Qin Yun returned to his room and, after a short rest, got to work.

He sat cross-legged, a small piece of silvery-white metal resting in his palm.

Holmium.

A treasure he had found on Hell Road. Of all the elements in the Periodic Table of Elements, none was more magnetic.

With a slight movement of his fingers, he drew in wisps of free metal particles and wrapped them around the holmium, mixing them into the Magnetic Blast Bomb's Magnetic Core.

Ten percent holmium, ninety percent lanthanum-based alloy. He had calculated the ratio the night before.

The moment the Magnetic Core took shape, every iron tool in the room began to tremble.

The hammer and anvil in the corner and the files on the workbench all shifted toward it.

Qin Yun raised an eyebrow. "That's some fierce magnetic pull."

He fitted the Magnetic Core into the bomb casing and weighed it in his hand. "Its muzzle velocity should triple, and the magnetic blast radius should double."

"Even a Titled Douluo would lose a layer of skin if this hit them."

If the Electromagnetic Cannon on Seven Treasure Mountain used holmium in its alloy...

Even a Super Douluo would struggle to withstand it.

Seven Treasure Mountain.

Half a month earlier.

Five waves of overwhelming pressure swept in from the horizon. Six figures hung above Seven Treasure Mountain, the aura of Titled Douluo pouring off them unchecked. Birds vanished from the entire mountain.

In distant Heaven Dou City, Soul Masters and ordinary citizens looked up at the figures in shock.

Six Titled Douluo had appeared at once. The continent had not seen such a sight in years.

At their head stood a woman in a purple-and-gold robe.

She held a scepter, her face cold as frost.

The pope of Spirit Hall, Bibi