Boom!
With a thunderous explosion, the streets of the small city had transformed into a man-made hell akin to the apocalypse.
The elite Turks originally gathered around [Ye Weiming] had become the primary victims of this explosion. Blown off their feet, the casualties were innumerable!
From a distance, one could see [Ye Weiming]'s figure reappearing amidst the white light as the explosion subsided. He then took advantage of the chaos to dash into a shop by the street and completely disappeared from sight.
Looking at [Zheli] held in [Kedazhi]'s arms, who now had a leg severed and had fainted from the severe pain, and then at the chaotic scene of bodies strewn everywhere, [Bixuan]'s aged face turned as somber as still water.
Suppressing the anger in his heart, [Bixuan] finally made a rational decision: "Immediately reorganize the troops and take the Khan to the city's Prefectural Governor's mansion for healing!"