บท 1557: This Is a Trap!

Before the flames could engulf heaven and earth, the earth-shattering air currents had already blown the towering trees within a hundred-meter radius to the side. They uprooted them, tore them apart, and ground them into the tiniest wood chips as well as fibers.

The elite snipers hidden in the jungle were forced out by the wind from the palm amidst the scattering of wood fibers. At worst, they were sent flying like a kite with a broken string. They spat out fresh blood at best and their internal organs that had turned into pus and blood at worst. The bones all over their bodies were shattered. The muscular man, who was eight feet tall, was compressed into balls of meat that resembled mud. It made people think of the cans that had been flattened by caterpillar tracks.

Only a few of the aces managed to avoid the destructive power that the white-haired ghost released despite his injuries and forcefully overspending his life force.