The explosion erupted with a deafening roar, a blossom of flame bursting outward before surging upward in a towering column.
Fire billowed into the sky like a living being, devouring the air and darkness alike. For a heartbeat, night surrendered completely. The world was bathed in a blinding orange and white light.
The firecloud climbed higher, churning and rolling as if trying to claw its way towards heaven. Then the light began to fade, leaving only the echo of the explosion.
In the far distance, the Tsuitsui army was thunderstruck at this sudden development. Goro and his brothers emerged from the tent, looking in the direction of the fading explosion with varied expressions.
"Wh-what the hell did Brother Ao do?!"
"That madman! Is he even alive?!"
"No, more importantly! What's with that explosion!"
"Just what were those Tiesha Tang bastards planning?!"
"They're using explosives!"
"Are they out of their damned minds?!"
