As the squadron leader stared in surprise at the silver orb, he noticed it vibrating as it rolled, then ignited with a burst of light.
"Boom boom..."
A series of booming sounds erupted continuously, with tiny silver fragments flying out from within. Almost simultaneously, the cries of pain were heard from the crowd, and nearly seven or eight martial artists fell in response to the explosion, while over a dozen more were injured to varying degrees nearby.
The squadron leader was so stunned by the scene that he muttered to himself with slightly trembling lips, "What...what kind of cursed thing is this?"
At the moment of his daze, Zuo Feng's figure continued to weave through the crowd. Zuo Feng was much slimmer, allowing him to move quickly amidst such a dense crowd, which made these Strong Body Stage martial artists unable to react as he reached another position.