Qin Yang merely glanced coldly at the two corpses and then shifted his gaze, sharp and intense, onto the nearby villas.
Swish!
Qin Yang took a step forward, dismounting from the Flying Thunder Eagle, spiritual power surged beneath his feet, standing mid-air.
Boom!
The aura around Qin Yang exploded into a frenzy as the fire spiritual power within him surged wildly, transforming into a crimson cloud of fire above those villas.
Rumble!
The crimson fire cloud let out a loud noise before it began to split, turning into fireballs emitting scorching light.
Each crimson fireball was as large as a football, numbering in the hundreds, filling the sky.
"Brandon, come out and face your death."
Qin Yang's gaze was icy as he shouted, pointing a finger at those villas.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Hundreds of crimson fireballs fell like meteors onto the villas, immediately smashing them into hundreds of holes.
Amidst it all were sounds of several anguished cries.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
