At the entrance of the fortress, An Jing withdrew his fist.
In front of him was the steel-and-cement passage leading to the most central inner chamber, layer after layer blasted open and penetrated by the Withering Glory Explosion Fist.
"You guys go and clean up the rest, I'll take care of that big one."
As An Jing gave the instruction, Huo Qing and Nian Quan responded and turned into shadows, rushing into the interior of the fortress from left and right.
And he stepped forward.
The fort's power system had been destroyed by a punch, and now the dim yellow light of the emergency power supply along with the red warning lights filled the interior of the fortress. Broken pipes gushed out water and the short circuits ignited big fires, whipping up steam.
As An Jing moved forward, his steps grew increasingly heavy, with white gold patterns spreading over his entire body from his chest.
