Before Xin Huohuo could even process what was happening, she heard a deafening BOOM.
The earth practically quaked and the mountains swayed. This time, it was a real tremor, not caused by a Spell.
Xin Huohuo saw only smoke and fire fill her vision. The unwilling shriek of Zhu Ao echoed in her ears, long and deep like someone falling into an abyss, filled with despair and terror until it finally ceased.
When the chaos subsided, she saw the vast blue sky. Since it was nearly dusk and she was on a high floor, she could see the faint, golden-red hues on the horizon—a beauty beyond description.
But below her feet was a ruin of smoke and rubble.
The luxury apartment, one of the top three in the country, had an entire floor blown off. The windows of the nearby floors were all shattered, and debris and rubble continued to rain down with a soft RUSTLE.
