The crisis was not over, the laser net disappeared, but the ceiling suddenly turned into metallic columns split into cubes like a pile driver, slamming down fiercely.
Boom, boom, it was as if a forest of metal guns was shaking, the coppery clang trembling one's eardrums and making teeth feel sore.
The Conquerors hurriedly dodged, but the falling metal columns had no pattern, causing everyone to be in disarray.
Boom, a first-stage nobody got hit but was shielded, uninjured, yet after several more strikes, they were unable to block.
The shield shattered, the nobody tumbled, and before he could scream for help, a metal column smashed down, blasting him into a meatloaf.
"Get out of the way!" Tang Zheng sidestepped and swung his right arm out, striking the metal column.
With a thunderous rumble, the entire passage began to tremble, and the metal column was bent out of shape, unable to retract.
