Bai Zemin did not hurry to leave after launching the crimson fireball into the center of the city. Instead, he stopped in the sky with a single pair of wings on his back and looked down without a word.
The massive buildings, the rotten trees, the grayish plants, the stone streets, the four walls over two hundred meters high, the watchtowers, the offensive towers, the weapons and the armors... Everything was obliterated.
Without a trace, as if a cyclone of massive destruction had first hit the place and then hundreds of missiles battered the area... Everything was erased to the point where it would be hard for anyone to believe that this place was once a city that stood firm for several hundred years.
