"My one spit can do more than that." Yu Lan told Iwan before showing raising the index and middle finger of his right hand in the up-direction.
The movements of his finger controlled his earlier spit that had already obliterated the faceless head of the Shenti to the point where not a speck remained.
Yu Lan suddenly turned away from Iwan and looked to his left before dropping his two fingers in that direction.
The spit of his zoomed in that direction and finally landed on the ground.
With a short-lasting earthquake, the meadow on the left was halved to the point where no matter how far Iwan looked to his right, he could only see a meadow that had split in half.
'Such a great place was destroyed just because he wanted to show off his sword prowess.' Even though Iwan was condemning Yu Lan's action in his mind, his words were just a temporary defense mechanism that had been activated to fool himself.
