A number of men armed with guns fell from the upstairs, buried by the rubble, while bullets kept shooting out from the smoke in all directions.
"Boom~"
A loud explosion sounded.
A missile flew out, exploding in the sky above the street.
The scene was extremely chaotic for a time, with thousands of armed forces gathered here battling against the gladiatorial slaves, using the department store as cover.
Another white light expanded and swept across the broken buildings, destroying part of the department store again, causing many people to be burned to death.
An elderly man with a decaying wooden staff stood on the rooftop, his eyes gleaming brightly, alongside a young man in light yellow brocade.
They had only a thin chain around their necks, looking different from other gladiatorial slaves.
"Elder Tian, why not just go up and finish them off? Why make it so complicated?" The young man shrugged, speaking impatiently.
