When the sound disappeared, everything gradually subsided. The streets were already charred, and the surrounding buildings turned into charred broken walls and ruins.

In some places, flames are burning, making "crackling" sounds.

Charred limbs and broken arms are scattered everywhere.

"Ha...ha...ha..." A breath of a broken bellows came, leaving only a quarter of his body, and half of his head was not dead.

"Count of weeks, count of weeks!" He lay on his back, his head tilted to one side, and shouted Zhou Shu's name.

Zhou Shu, who was hiding in the corner, suddenly shook his body and slowly stood up with an uncontrollable look of horror.

The sound of his heart beating suddenly came from his bulging belly.

"Zhou——" Zhou Ren's shout came to an abrupt end.

His only remaining eyes still had the ability to watch. He saw that the black aura formed a vortex not far away, like opening a door that led to more than where it was.

In the door, the foreigner walked out, intact and his clothes were spotless.

Meng Yuan walked over, stepped on Zhou Ren's remaining body, bent down, and the black steps appeared in his hand, and the muzzle hit Zhou Ren's head, pressed down, and pressed Zhou Ren, who was struggling slightly, back to the ground.
Chapter completed!