Su Ming'an swiftly initiated spatial vibration, causing two areas of space to jolt violently.
A white solid emitted a burst of red light, like a meteor hurtling toward the Soul Clan still sitting in their seats. The flames within seemed ready to burst forth, the crimson color leaking through the cracks—
"Boom——!"
The Soul Clan were about to move, but a fierce explosion had already engulfed them, completely shrouding the entire seating area.
Since it was a confined space, and the group of Soul Clan were still in a state of watching the show, they had no chance to escape in that instant.
Wood chips scattered, flesh and blood flew. Su Ming'an unsheathed his sword and cut through the arm of a Soul Clan member flying towards him.
The white solid that Su Ming'an had tossed out was the mechanical explosive he had crafted while speaking. Standing behind Archilev, no one saw what his hands were doing behind his back.