He then created a barrier of air, barely managing to withstand the power of the explosion.
If he had missed a single step, there was absolutely no way he could have escaped unscathed.
As the dust dispersed, the port of Osaka City had already transformed into a desolate wasteland, riddled with a thousand wounds.
Ke Qingzheng lifted his eyes, gazing at the seemingly endless charred blackness, with wisps of scorching white vapor rising, making one feel as though they were amidst volcanic lava.
"Many people died; punishment awaits when I return." Ke Qingzheng glanced at the skeletons on the ruins, speaking expressionlessly.
He slowly turned around, his gaze penetrating the glasses shrouded in a thin mist, looking toward the still brilliant lights of Osaka City.
At this moment, the Gothic Puppet "Esther" was engaged in a chase with the Bee Prince "Cameron" within the city.
And the passersby unwittingly dragged into this childlike game of tag all inevitably faced death.
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