C562 His Intestines Were Turning Green from Regret.
The street was still the same street, but it was filled with circular cannon pits. The densely packed attacks directly cut off a large section of the entire street, forming a small basin.
In the middle of the basin, there was actually a mountain of meat. That's right, it was a black mountain of meat. Countless Iron Armored Centipedes were entrenched together, and they were all blown to pieces
