Boom!
A ball of white light swallowed everything.
A devastating shock wave erupted from Smith and swept outward in every direction.
"Dad!"
"Grandpa!"
"Xiaofei!"
Below the High Platform, Xu Sanjiang, Xu Sihai, and Xu Jingtao—commanders who had made their mark in their respective fields—let out hoarse cries of anguish, their eyes nearly splitting with grief.
They wanted to rush over, but the terrifying shock wave was already upon them. There was no time!
Jin Dapao, the artilleryman who had been laughing and cursing Eagle Country's fleeing general just moments ago, went cold all over. He stood rooted to the spot.
Ouyang Jian and Li Hu, the two Ironblood Division commanders, went blank.
Lin Xiaolu gave a short scream and clapped a hand over her mouth. Tears spilled from her eyes.
It's over!
Everything's over!
At such close range, facing a suicide blast of this magnitude, not even the gods could save them!
Elder Xu, the Pillar of the Country!
Yue Xiaofei, the last surviving heir of the Yue Family!
Were they about to die... right before everyone's eyes?!
Hundreds of thousands of soldiers watched the white light engulf the High Platform. Every heart felt as though an invisible hand had seized it and squeezed until they could barely breathe.
In a corner of the crowd.
The blast hurled Hou Liangbing to the ground. He rolled several times before coming to a stop.
He ignored his battered state and struggled to lift his head toward the smoke-filled center of the explosion. A sick, ecstatic grin spread across his face.
Dead!
They're both dead!
Hou Liangbing had thought there was no escaping today. Elder Xu would arrest him on the spot, and after the harshest judgment, he would spend the rest of his life in prison.
Who would have thought Smith had