At the instant before it was about to be yanked back, the Gray Cloth suddenly went taut, and the Chunjun Mace flicked out from its tail; its Power and speed surged, wrapped in a dull howling wind, and smashed straight into one of the symbols.
With a muffled boom, a large section of the wall collapsed on the spot.
After three or four consecutive strikes, all the symbols and patterns on the wall within a range of more than ten meters were forcibly shattered.
The wall was broken.
The Lost Souls followed the gap in the wall and flooded into the park.
Wen Yan stepped over the breach; with just one step forward, two worlds unfolded before his eyes.
Maintaining his Blink state, one eye saw the people fleeing in panic, the soldiers here with guns at the ready, and quite a few people wearing green surgical caps and surgical gowns.
He saw vehicles parked there, and some people with guns on their backs were evacuating those doctors.
