Soon, rows of missiles and artillery shells tore through the sky, raining down upon the Gobi wasteland behind them.
They formed a saturation fire zone several kilometers wide and tens of kilometers long.
It completely engulfed the Gui Xu Martial Artists who were unable to retreat in time.
The sounds of explosions and screams rose and fell in waves.
The earth-shattering din was like the roar of the very planet and the howl of the heavens, a sound that seemed to bleach the color from the landscape and wither all life.
Zhao Rui couldn't help but look back. The bombardment zone was precisely the former border.
This meant the Court was getting serious, proactively plowing a quarantine zone with raw firepower.
'The Court really is formidable! No ordinary Martial Artist could escape that. Even if they survived, they'd be half-dead.'
