On the smoke-laden pitch-black fragmented soil, the light of the [Tower of Flames] refracted through the mist.
The residual echoes of the sniper cannon still trembled in the air, it was a Tier Two characteristic shell, possessing unparalleled terrifying power, even top dominators faced it, may not die, but they'd shed a layer of skin.
Meanwhile, on the other side, the two Demon Race faces changed dramatically as they dropped their slashes, retreating at high speed, and the Thunder Elemental Life Form releasing thunder slurry realized something was wrong as well, transforming into lightning and fleeing away.
'Hmm? Did a problem indeed arise?'
A few kilometers away, at the top level of a pitch-black building, Motis held his breath, pupils tightly affixed to the edge of the sniper scope, and the crosshair inside locked firmly onto the silhouette at the center of the smoke and dust.
