1498 Dismantle

"What's Han Wenqing trying to do?" The audience had a clear view of Desert Dust's actions, and they weren't so dumb that they couldn't figure out his intentions. This question was a rhetorical one, expressing their surprise. Even Pan Lin was wondering too, in the live broadcast.

Boom boom boom!

Weak spots in the wall were blasted apart, and soon enough, the two walls were full of holes.

Was the manor trembling?

A constant rumble could be heard now and Qiao Yifan wasn't sure if he was imagining it, but it felt like the walls themselves were moving, unable to support the weight. The ceiling seemed to be sinking bit by bit, as it had lost it's support.

If this continued, the manor really would collapse!

Qiao Yifan didn't care if it was just his imagination or not, he made a resolute decision.

He couldn't lie here in wait any longer. Tyranny's old Striker was much more ruthless than their new Striker.