With a BOOM, it was sent flying backward.
It crashed against the opposite cliff face with another BANG, instantly shattering into pieces.
It broke into hundreds of tiny Fireballs that scattered in every direction.
Just like that, the Skeleton Qilin Monster was blown to smithereens before anyone could react.
The eight of them looked toward the source of the sound.
Perched on the cliff to their right were three men. Well, one man, to be precise, dressed in clean, neat clothes with a wide, devil-may-care grin.
More accurately, the other two were half-squatting on the ground, supporting a rocket launcher. Its upward-pointing muzzle was still smoking, and both men were completely expressionless.
And the one grinning lazily—wasn't that Chaoyang, whom they hadn't seen in ages?
Feng Moxi couldn't help but smile. 'That guy's entrances are always so unpredictable.'
'Like some grand deity descending from the heavens.'
