The shockwave of the explosion hurled Yè Shūlí and Jiāng Yè to the ground, sending dust billowing up to blot out the sky.
Jiāng Yè struggled to his feet, wiped the grime from his face, and spat out a mouthful of dirt. "What the hell just blew up?"
With a grave expression, Yè Shūlí steadied her aching arm and rose, her gaze piercing as she scanned their surroundings.
Chapter 162