Master Wang quickly felt a bit disappointed.
Sure enough, after reaching the Divinity Transformation Realm, cultivators can't be taken down just by a fleeting nuclear bomb assault.
They fled in haste, leaving them embarrassed with their mana depleted by a portion, and their Dao Body looking tattered, but they still had the strength to fight.
However, Wang Jixuan had previously anticipated this outcome.
The demon soldiers weren't as fortunate.
Let alone leaving a complete corpse, under such an explosion, small cultivators with insufficient strength and slower reactions could hardly leave even a trace of black ash.
But for them, there was actually one piece of good news, which was that their souls were still floating.
As the fireball turned into rolling smoke, surging towards the sky;
One by one, the lonely souls floated above Huan Yu City, which now had only one percent of its buildings remaining, staring blankly at the giant pit on the ground...
"No——"
