If it were in the city, this strike would be enough to destroy an entire block. All the buildings would turn to dust, not even fragments remaining, and would burn away completely in the wind, turning into ashes.
As the shockwave and dust gradually dissipated, a massive fan-shaped depression appeared. Even the sturdy crystal stone floor was scorched by the flames, becoming incredibly miserable.
However, in this fan-shaped area, there was a sharp-angled blank space.
This sharp-angled blank wasn't burnt by the flames, as if something stood its ground there, blocking all the attacks.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
The steady footsteps never stopped, and the Knight in silver armor continued moving forward.
