The earth was ripped open by jagged, intricately interwoven chasms. The air was permeated with the scent of scorched earth as toppled trees burned with green flames.
Deep underground, in a cavity formed by the explosion, burnt and molten rocks flowed slowly like magma. Trickles of ink-colored fine sand slipped from the rock layers, coalescing and gathering speed. After an unknown amount of time, the sand had accumulated to a certain extent and twisted itself into several strands, reforming into ink silk threads.
I can still control it…
Li Ang silently observed the condition of his Ink Silk Clone. The explosive power of the Bronze Earthenware Vessel was comparable to a natural disaster, blasting a massive cave deep underground. Its seismic waves likely reached as far as Bingzhou.
If it had exploded on the surface, the impact area could have been several times larger—at the very least, the Karmic Fire would have erupted and scattered widely.
