The smoke cleared, and the enormous body of the monster lay silently on the ground. The panicked groundhogs had all flared their scent pouches, but after sniffing the unmistakable scent of their host's death, they completely lost the will to resist, scattered in all directions, and burrowed back into the dense woods.
Chen Jian held the 191, spat out a mouthful of smoke-laden saliva, and instinctively rubbed his slightly throbbing ears.
The power of these two rocket shells was indeed beyond his expectations, to the extent that he didn't even react. That monster, which the Mechanical God Sect hadn't been able to take down for several years, even over a decade, was dead just like that?
So what exactly were they doing before?
They could certainly acquire such weapons too. It couldn't be that they were just standing two kilometers away, firing rocket launchers aimlessly, right?
... It could really be possible.
