The Black King Drake Is As Gifted As My Dog Back Home

The water tower ten kilometers away.

The martial artist working for Jiangnan's Martial Arts Department (MAD) intelligence wing had yet to hang up on Wang Gang.

Wang Gang could hear the violent explosion even across the call.

And it was not fading even after a long time.

"What's going on?" Wang Wang asked somberly.

"Rocket launcher… it has to be a nuclear rocket launcher. Heavens!"

An exclamation reached Wang Gang's ears, and he did not even have to ask to know what had happened.

"Black King Drake, come face your death!"

Jiang He's raging cry likewise reached Wang Gang's ears from over the phone, making him shudder and almost dropping his phone.

"Has a divine-tier champion attacked?"

"No, divine-tier champions would not take action so easily, over they would start a grand battle between beings above rank-nine… could it be one of the top rank-nines?"

Wang Gang shivered inwardly.

That was too likely!