Chapter 271: Chickened out
Zuo Zhongqiu and Clooney had only just struggled to their feet.
The three of them looked over, shielding themselves from the shock wave with their arms. Though the smoke and dust completely obscured the building, all three wore expressions of utter disbelief.
They were only a dozen or so meters away, and given the explosive yield of missiles powerful enough to flatten a building,
this was no anime. The energy released by scorching explosions and flames could injure a considerable number of living beings. Surely this couldn't be a case of "all smoke, no damage."
The magic power signature seemed much weaker, but that might also have been because the three of them had exhausted most of their own magic power, diminishing their perception.
A moment later, the effects of the explosion subsided enough to stop interfering with the three reservists' perception.
The towering Television Station Building had been reduced to shattered ruins by several tactical missiles, leaving only a ruined framework standing there.
Huateng Dao Yi stared fixedly in that direction, then his pupils contracted.
They saw the Puppeteer Demon Spirit. On the surface, at least, it looked much the same as before: the same deathly white eyes, the same countless threads. But many of its Intent Limbs were gone, and the eerie black magic power filling the sky looked somewhat fainter.
Though it hadn't emerged unscathed, it was clearly nowhere near being seriously injured.
The moment they spotted the Demon Spirit, it evidently spotted Huateng and the other two as well. But in the next instant, the terrifying Puppeteer Demon Spirit made a strange move.
It coiled countless threads of magic power beneath its twisted body.
Just as Huateng and the others were trying to work out what it intended while preparing to flee,