The water globes, suffused with azure spiritual light, seemed to be a peculiar liquid that concentrated immense energy. A cultivator's magic power filled them, transforming them into a highly explosive material that could even break through Gang Essence and neutralize shields, giving them considerable destructive power.
Propelled by high-pressure jets from the octopus tentacles, they flew several li at a time and soon landed in the Market District.
In the streets and houses, innocent passersby, Market District merchants, and visiting rogue cultivators had no time even to realize what was happening before the explosions hurled them into the air, flinging them in every direction like ragged sacks.
Boom!
Boom, boom, boom, boom!
Explosions rose one after another. Scarlet blood rained down, splashing in torrents onto streets several li away.
Many people stared blankly at the stretch of streets reduced to rubble before them, standing stiff as wooden puppets.
"Enemy attack! We're under attack!"
At last, someone came to his senses and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Don't stay there! It's dangerous! Run!"
"Wait for me!"
"Help!"
Like an anthill pierced by a branch, the entire Market District erupted into chaos.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Several mechanical martial artists clad in War Armor soon appeared on the streets. Swift and agile as apes, they followed the direction from which the water bombs had come toward the enemy's likely position, only to find a strange man with enormous tentacles standing there, showing no intention whatsoever of fleeing or avoiding them.
"Che... Che Rong!"
The moment the guard captain saw him, his legs nearly gave way, and even his voice began to tremble.
The other guards also drew sharp breaths.
"Wasn't he wounded by Senior Phoenix and the others? How does he still dare show himself?"
"This man is terrifying. We're