Fang Zong never expected that several thousand kilograms of explosives would have such terrifying power.

He didn't graduate with a degree in explosives research!

Looking down, he saw thick smoke billowing, with countless sharp, fine stones constantly shooting out from the dust and mist. The height of the spray already surprised Fang Zong, and its power was comparable to bullets fired from a firearm.

It can only be described as an apocalyptic scene.

They are standing on the edge of the apocalypse!

[If I hadn't been protected by my iron armor and silver vest, I would have been riddled with bullets. If I had been a little later protecting them, Youmingfeng and Baisu would have been severely injured, even if they weren't dead.]

Fang Zong still felt a bit scared. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly froze.

He said to Bai Su, "I think we'd better fly a little higher, otherwise we'll have to retreat several dozen meters, no, three miles."

He seemed lost in thought, while Bai Su turned pale with fright and quickly stepped back, but also looked over in surprise.

The explosions are over, all that's left is dust settling down, what danger is there left?

Youmingfeng and Xuba were also puzzled and asked.

Fang Zong smiled sheepishly and looked up at the distant sky.

The sun shines brightly, and white clouds dot the sky.

Then, a faint whistling sound came.

"I also ordered twenty ground-attack missiles," Fang Zong said sheepishly.

"What?" Youmingfeng turned green with fright and quickly asked, "Which one?"

"I don't know. I only told them that they need powerful missiles, as powerful as they can be within my authority..."

Holy crap!

Youmingfeng immediately grabbed Bai Su's arm, pleading pitifully, "Honey, run faster. Honey, ......"

As the number one on the Leopard Ranking, Fang Zong's authority is quite simple: the strongest missiles he can use are thermobaric bombs and above, but not nuclear bombs.

No one knew which weapon was the strongest below a nuclear bomb, nor how powerful it was, but it was obvious that running far away was the best course of action.

"Whoosh~~~~" The deadly whistling sound, trailing off for a long time, quickly arrived.

Fang Zong had no interest in testing the defensive capabilities of the Ironclad Silver Armor. He ran further away and waited until the twenty missiles exploded like an apocalypse before turning back.

Before me lay ruins; the green hills and clear waters were completely gone, leaving only dusty stones, piled up and scattered everywhere.

Every now and then, loose stones, and even huge boulders, would roll down, crushing sections of the mountain road and creating particularly horrific ruts...

Xu Ba swallowed hard: "Well, actually, we in the Nine Heavens Rebirth Group just want to live a quiet life."

Fang Zong took a deep breath and said disdainfully, "The legendary battles between gods and Buddhas are far more spectacular than this, aren't they?"

"The memory is too distant; I can't remember it clearly!"

Xu Ba immediately shook his head, his face full of righteous indignation, and said: "Prosperity! Democracy! Freedom! Equality! ...Besides, I used to be just a little demon."

Okay, you're just a little demon, you don't have a deep sense of belonging.

Fang Zong muttered to himself, the lingering fear gradually fading as his mind cleared.

Although missiles are powerful, they are difficult to hit head-on unless subjected to a full-scale attack.

The goal is too small.

Fang Zong called to Bai Su and the others, and they flew up the mountain. At the same time, he slowly suppressed the terrible impulse in his heart to confront the missile head-on after seeing the scene in front of him.

I wonder if a technique as powerful as Ironclad Silver Armor could withstand a missile?

Fang Zong really wanted to understand this matter, and then... he also suppressed his feelings very rationally.

Why would he want to directly confront a missile? He'd be stupid!

"Remember, if you see a Cold Iron Zombie, don't rush to fight it head-on."

Stopping behind a rock, Fang Zong carefully instructed, "We're here to fight the boss. We need to divide the work and cooperate to kill the strongest enemy with the least cost. Bai Su, you'll provide support. Stay far away and use a water curtain to help when you have the chance. Xu Ba, you'll protect Bai Su."

As he spoke, Fang Zong looked at Youming Feng.

Youmingfeng nodded and smiled, "I understand. Brother Zong, you're the tank, so you'll take the hits in front. I'll be the assassin, striking when the opportunity arises. I'll never linger in battle; I'll use underhanded tactics whenever possible."

"It's good that you understand."

Fang Zong was genuinely afraid that Youming Feng would get carried away with his passion and start acting out of some kind of swordsman's dignity.

From the very beginning, Fang Zong never expected that blowing up the mountain would be enough to suppress the mighty Iron Ghost.

But now that the entire mountain has collapsed, even if the Cold Iron Zombie is strong, it is impossible for it to survive buried hundreds or even thousands of meters underground. It will definitely come out.

He believed in the power of the Cold Iron Zombie, and also in the wisdom of the mighty Iron Ghost.

The Cold Iron Zombie must have left an escape route; it wouldn't have allowed itself to be completely buried.

Fang Zong gripped the hilt of the knife, concentrating intently.

Youmingfeng, Bai Su, and Xu Ba also focused their attention, preparing for an upcoming arduous battle.

But suddenly...

"Let me out!"

A faint, muffled sound, filled with anger, came from underground.

The Cold Iron Zombie struggled frantically, causing a slight tremor in the mountain peak, which allowed his voice to escape: "Fang Zong, you dare let me out! Let's fight three hundred rounds! You dare let me out, out, out!"

Fang Zong: "..."

Youmingfeng: "…………"

Bai Su and Xu Ba: "(°○°), (°ο°), (O^~^O)!"

The expressions of the two monsters changed incredibly quickly.

They came to help this time, received Na Yuan Dan, and 100,000 silver dollars per person. Is this all it takes to have an easy and enjoyable vacation?

The way the two monsters looked at Fang Zong changed; it was the kind of kind look they gave to a sugar daddy, a sucker, and a good friend.

Fang Zong shook his head and said firmly, "He must be bluffing!"

Youmingfeng commented, "It doesn't seem quite right, does it?"

They had seen the topographical survey map of Dongcheng Mountain, which was a solid mountain peak. The fact that Han Tie Gui could hide inside must mean that he had dug tunnels and caves.

Now that they've all been buried, how will the Cold Iron Ghost General emerge?

This is not the Xishan that Fang Zong experienced, the kind that can be fought out layer by layer!

Fang Zong persisted, "He must be bluffing. Let's wait a little longer."

Yes, it must be a trick, it's definitely a trick!

Just now, the Cold Iron Zombie wouldn't come out even if he was killed, and now they're saying 'let him out'? No matter how Fang Zong thought about it, he felt that things couldn't be that simple.

Then……

"Let me out!"

"Waaaaah, let me out! Let me out now!"

"Fang Zong, you coward! I, Tie Gui, am from the Southern Tang Dynasty. In the past thousand years, I have never seen such a fussy, cowardly woman! If you have the guts, let me out! Let me out! Let us fight three hundred rounds!"

"Great battle, great battle, three hundred, three hundred, rounds... all..."

The voice grew lower and lower with each breath, and the breath grew weaker and weaker with each breath.

Fang Zong waited for more than half an hour, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up, but his eyes gradually revealed a rather helpless feeling.

Cold Iron Zombie

You really buried it underneath?

I don't believe it!