The Lord’s Arrival (3)

The fake Celestial Master Zuo's visage was as pale as ash; he had never thought that the consummate plan that he had carefully schemed would fall so easily under his opponents' control. Whatever vantage he had possessed had already been lost!

His eyes glimmered with a turning light. He made a sudden gesture to the people behind. He still had a group of loyal myrmidons covering his back behind him. In a flash, they lunged toward the convicts on the steel pole!

Those convicts each had a time bomb on their bodies; just a single jerk on the wires coiled around them would set off the detonation. If an explosion of more than a hundred people were set off simultaneously, the impact would be devastating enough to reduce the entire area to a barren field, rendering it into nothing more than a communal grave.