Destruction

Although he had seen bombardment scenes from the Old World's entertainment, Long Yuehong still felt puny and insignificant when he really encountered one.

The technological creation that seemed comparable to the mighty force of the world burgeoned in different parts of the city, making the area seem like it was welcoming the end of the world. Even a steel will and mechanical arm would be blown to pieces.

The thick smoke and dust that rose up illuminated the blazing flames. The constantly trembling ground and the deafening booms made Long Yuehong and the others—who were hiding behind cover—truly understand what a large-scale, intense war was.

This was more spectacular than the salvo Jiang Baimian had previously seen, and it shook one to the soul at a deeper level.

After an unknown period of time, the missile strikes finally stopped. All that was left was the surging storm and the imminent downpour.

Whoosh!