In his anxiety, Lin Mo punched the wall beside him, blasting a large hole through it.
He immediately summoned the Heavenly Yin Dragon-Claw Locust and called forth a Wood Dragon, which carried them all straight toward the rooftop outside.
When they reached the rooftop and saw the scene before them, everyone recoiled in horror.
At that moment, the entire rooftop was stained crimson with blood.
The five hundred members of the Coalition Army who had stormed the rooftop all lay motionless in pools of blood.
Feng Xu and Mo Qing had both been impaled by broken Spirit Swords and pinned to the ground, unable to move a muscle.
Even Xue Qingcheng, the strongest among them, was covered in blood and wounds.
She had already fallen unconscious, oblivious to everything, yet she still held the posture of someone casting a spell, her palm aimed at the Nether Baleful Ghost Cannon before her.
Clearly, until the very last moment before she lost consciousness, Xue Qingcheng had still intended to stake her life on destroying the Nether Baleful Ghost Cannon.
"Everyone..."
Seeing their comrades in the Coalition Army almost entirely wiped out, Qin Baochuan, Luo Lan, and the others clenched their fists in fury, trembling all over.
Though Lin Mo's face remained expressionless, his eyes seemed ready to spew raging flames.
He slowly raised his head and looked at the Flame God Furnace floating in midair.
The Saint King sat cross-legged atop the Flame God Furnace, looking down on them with an amused smile.
"You're finally here."
"I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Sensing the evil aura radiating from the Saint King and the Flame God Furnace, Qin Baochuan, Luo Lan, and the others all paled.
Although this Saint King was thin and frail-looking, unlike the Giant-Axe Orc whose savage