The explosion did not cause the earth to tremble or flames to shoot up into the sky; instead, it was strangely quiet.
Eerie quiet.
A bright flash of light flickered for a moment, like the sun bursting forth in an instant, then extinguishing all flames and cooling into cold stone.
From the explosion point, the entire space seemed like a giant mirror, radiating from the impact point to all around, until all fragments shattered and scattered.
The entire world fragmented.
Mountains, trees, rivers, including the camps on the river valley plains and the constructed altar, all shattered like a torn painting in an instant.
The Black Robed figures scattered in terror, deploying their strongest Defense Treasures, but most of those treasures shattered instantly under such terrifying spatial tearing, swallowing their owners along with them.
One Black Robed Man soared into the sky, pointing a finger at the floating Green Ancient Bell.
