Hot red lava surged from beneath the ground, instantly flooding the floor and turning the surroundings into an ocean with the pungent smell of sulfur gas mixed with white steam, hissing loudly.
Feeling the scorching heat on their faces, the Conquerors stepped back to avoid friendly fire. Sha Ou looked at the policewoman enviously, his telekinesis was also decent, but it paled in comparison to such large scale, intense attack abilities.
The female receptionist had lost her footing, her body being mortal flesh. Though she could hold out a bit longer, eventually, she would be burned to a crisp. She punched through the wall, stood on it, and tried to leap away, but the precision shots from the orbital cannon in the sky intercepted her.
The female receptionist dodged in a hurry, but there were too many orbital cannons. She was hit, knocked down into the lava, tentacles flailing as she tried to climb out. But under Dong Zixuan's control, the lava surged in waves like a tsunami.
