SWOOSH—
Suddenly, a streak of light appeared in the sky. From the footage of the Sixth Corps being attacked, it was certain that this type of powerful weapon had destroyed the Seventh Fleet.
Drulu's figure flashed, leaving an afterimage as he covered several kilometers in an instant.
BOOM—
A loud explosion sounded behind him. Drulu slowly turned his head, watching a mushroom cloud rise into the sky. He then continued to walk eastward, step by step.
"Did we kill him?" As the dust and smoke gradually cleared, Number One couldn't help but ask.
Emperor Bai and the others, however, stood with their arms crossed, their expressions grave. If he had survived the previous nuclear explosion, and dozens of nuclear bombs had failed to kill him, then this single one certainly wouldn't either.
But there was another possibility: he might have charged out of the Space Gate in the instant before it closed. With the Demon Clan's army annihilated, what use was there in him emerging alone?
