At this moment, Wang Yan was pressed by seven or eight huge containers behind him, with a mast several yards long in front of him, and another rocket was flying towards him.
Regardless of what he did, Wang Yan could not avoid this rocket attack, and the final outcome would either be buried at sea or killed by the rocket.
Seeing this, San shouted painfully, "Brother Wang Yan, it's my fault, let go quickly!"
Feeling the rocket whistling towards him, Wang Yan's face showed an expression of anger. He gritted his teeth and a deep voice sounded from his throat, "De—mon—Pat—tern—Divine—Technique—"
Just as Wang Yan uttered those words, the rocket had already flown over and landed on the containers behind him.
With a loud bang, the seven or eight containers exploded, turning into clusters of flames that scattered all around. A massive shock wave transformed into a red mushroom cloud, rising up, dyeing half the sky and sea red.
