"What the hell is that?" Wu Jing and Zhang Shiyu, who followed closely behind, felt their legs go weak when they saw the gigantic, titan-sized black monster and felt a deep terror rise from deep within their very souls.
"This…" Wu Jing stammered as her eyes moved from the large titan to the ground, which was littered with the corpses of guards and pedestrians. Some of the guards Wu Jing recognized and had spoken with just a few hours ago were now lying there as corpses.
"Oh, you guys are late," a mocking voice full of disdain rang out.
Wu Junhao looked at the source, his pupils shrinking, and asked through gritted teeth, "Zhang Xisu, are you responsible for this?"
"I did , so what?," Zhang Xisu said calmly.
"Bastard!" Wu Junhao, who maintained an elegant and noble image and rarely cursed, was now spouting curses without restraint. He was furious at the death and destruction before him.
