Three hours have passed.
The street was now battered and bruised.
The monstrous fish lay on the ground, its scales completely stripped, lifeless.
The Black Deacon sat beside the fish, panting heavily:
"Finally, it's done."
He looked towards his nearby comrades.
Thankfully, most of the extraordinary beings from the City Defense Bureau were seriously injured, but no one had died in battle.
The Black Deacon managed a weak smile and made a victory gesture towards his comrades:
"We won, you guys did well."
The comrades also smiled.
The ambulances finally arrived, beginning to lift the wounded onto the vehicles or give emergency treatment on the spot.
The process was arduous, but thankfully the outcome was favorable.
The Black Deacon wobbled as he got to his feet, putting the headset on his ears:
"Director An, you owe me a vacation."
An Dacheng from the City Defense Bureau wiped away his sweat and smiled:
"Alright, you've done a great deed.
