Although most of the wanderers had swarmed toward the blasted openings, a few weaker ones still hid in the dense forest, trembling.
They silently watched Mu Fan and Lu Qingxue, two figures who seemed utterly out of place.
From the moment they appeared, the two had stood thirty meters before the city wall... far too calmly.
Yet the same question arose in their hearts: why were those two standing here instead of at the openings that had just been blown apart?
Weren't those the best routes into A District?
Mu Fan raised his head to look at the towering city wall, its weathered bricks and stones clearly reflected in his pupils.
His right hand slowly reached behind him and gripped the Warp Light Sickle Blade, which had yet to be energized, then gently drew it out.
The dark-gold shaft swept through a half arc in the air before dropping to his side.
The final "8" left his lips at last.
Above them, orange light spears pierced through the clouds once more!
The entire City Defense Force of A District had only just recovered from the chaos when the reappearing light spears shattered the silence again.
Boom!
This attack was even more concentrated than the previous ones.
Six light spears struck the same point in succession, stacking together with horrifying precision.
None of the attacks exploded. Instead, they directly tore a fissure roughly ten meters wide through the massive city wall, which was over five meters thick.
The dust happened to stop several meters in front of the two...
The weak wanderers in the distance all widened their eyes at that moment.
A moment later, uncontrollable terror surged through them. Those attacks from the sky, like divine punishment, had actually been clearing a path for those two?
Mu Fan stepped forward