Massacre
編集者: Atlas Studios
All of his strength flooded out of his body, and only a pair of bulging eyes looked at the figure with incredulity and fear.
Wang Hu did not pay attention to him. The leader should be the one in midair.
He looked over and saw that the other party was already free-falling.
With a wave of his palm, a golden light shot out to pull the invader back. He then threw the invader like throwing a piece of rag on the rooftop that had an extensive view.
Afterward, he did not look at them anymore, and he scattered out his divine senses—which were capable of reaching more than 4,000 meters in radius—to observe this city completely overrun by invaders.
Carcasses could be seen everywhere, the invaders roamed, and hysterical wailing was heard all over the city.
His stoic face was stern, his brows furrowed slightly, and his gaze turned frostier.
He could sense with his divine senses alone that there were more than 28,000 invaders.