If one can cut through half a mountain, they can destroy a city, or even easier.
After all, mountains are layers of hard rock stacked together, while cities have many weak points. Bricks and wood can't compare to mountains in terms of strength.
Some wanted to leave the square, while others hurried in to watch the excitement.
Although soldiers and police worked hard to maintain order, a stampede still occurred.
The first unfortunate soul to be trampled to death on the square almost left this world at the same time as the first Secondary Dark Race to die in battle.
As someone fell, the stampede spread like dominoes.
Among the screams, the onlookers crazily shoved those blocking their way.
People moving away from the square shouted hoarsely, trying to persuade their fellow citizens to turn back.
The square was not a miracle, but a battlefield of slaughter!
But their shouting only made those wanting to enter more curious.
A battlefield of slaughter? How exciting! Let me see!
