Boom!
The black boat rammed directly into the skyscraper. That was a thirty six floor commercial office tower, and it was currently half past ten in the morning, the peak time when all its employees were at work. Thus, the collision was simply a disaster, the skyscraper was smashed through.
The moment the boat collided with the building, the merged body of Carol and that demonic shadow ruthlessly imprinted a bloody mark into the bottom of the skyscraper.
In that instant, a large chain explosion occurred at the bottom of the skyscraper, causing it to slowly tilt.
“Ah!”
“Help! Help… me!!!”
Throngs of people in the building walled for their lives, terrified to the core.
The glass windows shattered. Office desks, cabinets, and computers fell out of the broken glass walls, descending and smashing the vehicles parked below. Some unlucky people even fell out of the tilting skyscraper.
Onlookers were stunned, covering their mouths in disbelief at the scene before them. It seemed right out of a movie, where a reenactment of the skyscraper bombing incident in the Republic of Mai was featured. Seeing the slowly tilting skyscraper had exceeded seventy degrees, all its residents cried, falling into great panic and despair.
Many at Rockefeller Manor were watching what was happening. All of them covered their mouths and looked terrified. They saw such truth with their own eyes, the recreated myth was too shocking.
At that moment, a figure rushed out of Rockefeller Manor.
It was Daya.
She waved the Saintly Luna Branch. The power of laws containing natural life swept through the streets like a tidal wave. On the road in the direction of the collapsing skyscraper, ten or so paper birch trees that gained Nature’s power from the Saintly Luna Branch mutated, growing madly like monsters.
Thirty two feet, sixty five feet, one hundred and sixty four feet, three hundred and twenty eight feet…
Whoosh!
The paper birch trees in frenzied growth could no longer be called trees. They had become tree demons. They rose from the ground, and their roots turned into two legs before firmly holding the collapsing skyscraper.
“Only a deity could have had such a trick up her sleeve, right?”
At that moment, Daya was floating mid-air.
Carol was standing on the black boat opposite her.
“Who are you?” Daya’s face sank as she looked at Carol, but a raging flame filled her eyes.
That woman had completely disregarded human lives. There was also a stench of blood and a cold aura all over her body.
Carol let out an androgynous laugh. “Who am I? I can’t tell you yet! But do you think you can save these useless weaklings like that? Aren’t you too naive?”
As Carol spoke, she moved again by exploding the dozen or so tree demons. The skyscraper that hadn’t been fully erected slowly fell again.
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