The massive explosion echoed endlessly inside the mine.
"Boom boom boom!"
The reverberations from the blast took nearly five minutes to fade away.
The ground of the mine left behind by the explosion was charred black.
The swarm of slimes that had been gathered earlier had all turned into white light and vanished.
As the cost for this, Han Qiwu's health had been sliced down by half.
"How is this a grape grenade? It's clearly a mutual-destruction grenade." Han Qiwu's clothes were covered in dust, and his face was blackened.
He really wanted to know—who on earth invented this useless grape grenade?
Why could it fly back to me even after being thrown?
Just because its description says 'stationary placement only, not throwable'?
So I have to use it and then immediately chomp down on supplies, huh?
Han Qiwu muttered complaints while taking out his tangyuan to roast.
