Lin Chen gave the martial arts puppet the final command.
Boom!
Boom boom!
Within just a few short breaths, ten martial arts puppets self-destructed one after another on the battlefield.
After the massive explosion, several mushroom clouds rose.
The terrifying nuclear power turned everything within dozens of miles of the battlefield into scorched earth.
Taking advantage of the explosion, the spiritual boat gained momentum, advancing rapidly.
In an instant, it flew another hundred miles away.
Looking down at the hellish scene in Xinliang City, consumed by explosions, filled with corpses and cultivators.
And the joy of surviving the calamity...
Many Foundation Establishment cultivators were so overwhelmed they almost cried.
"Escaped! We escaped!"
"We survived!"
Unlike the ordinary cultivators of the Righteous Alliance who cried tears of joy.
Wang Changchun stared at the distant explosion in silence for a long time.
"Junior Brother Wang..."
