Splash! Splash! Splash!
The sound of tides came from the moon.
Then brilliant light descended from the sky.
That brilliant light streamed down and flowed through City No. 95, specifically striking magic treasures, ghosts and gods, strange rituals, and the like.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
For a time, thunderous crashes rang out throughout the city.
Courtyards exploded, alleys vanished, and even entire streets were erased by the brilliant light formed from endless blade light.
In the great courtyard, Wang Quan stared at the scene, dumbfounded.
That enormous bronze ship had merely swung an oar once, and a third of a city had disappeared.
Yet the remaining power reflected off the moon and swept across the entire city.
The earth split, the sky burned, and inexplicable explosions, wails, and anguished curses came from many places.
He even saw a patch of sky suddenly burst apart, followed by an enormous ghostly god running with a bamboo basket on his back, cursing as blood sprayed from his body, utterly bedraggled.
"Fucking hell, couldn't the humans have given us a heads-up before launching a [Sky Patrol Magic Treasure] strike?"
"Now look! Our magic treasures are damaged, our true bodies are damaged-we won't recover without eighty or a hundred years!"
"Misery! Misery! Misery!"
The ghosts and gods wailed in agony.
Wang Quan drew a deep breath and looked at Ruo Jinghong and the others behind him. "Everyone, forget what happened today."
"Never mention anything that happened tonight, and definitely don't tell outsiders I have a way to deal with the bull-headed giants."
Ruo Jinghong and the others blinked. "Why?"
Wang Quan gave an awkward laugh. "Mostly because I'm afraid the ghosts and gods might misunderstand!"
Ruo Jinghong and the others looked at the ghosts and gods cursing in the distance and understood at once.
"Don't worry,