In Fang Hong's eyes, a bright flash was reflected. The light lasted for several seconds, seemingly never fading away, and then a massive shockwave swept from the source of the light, mingled with a storm of flying sand and stones. Almost everyone around him was blown away by the shockwave, flying several meters across the street. Only he stood still, as if rooted to the spot, like a nail driven into the ground, gazing in that direction.
The fierce wind tugged at his cloak, making it flutter noisily, akin to a banner of pale green waving in the wind. The explosion stirred up sand and stones, falling chaotically for a brief moment before stopping. In Fang Hong's gaze, the northern area of Idus seemed empty, and beneath the ruins, there was now a deep crater.
