Massive fireballs soared into the sky, clearing out swathes of soldiers and Daoist soldiers from Ji Country. The official army of Ji Country had long scattered and fled, but the descending missiles left them clueless about where to escape, as if everywhere was a fiery hell.
A missile landed beside Xu Wenwu, blasting him away, sliding dozens of yards across the ground. As he struggled to get up, he saw another missile falling straight toward him from the sky.
Xu Wenwu smiled freely, about to close his eyes and await death, when suddenly a familiar figure appeared beside him, reaching out to catch the falling missile, which then exploded in that person's hand.
A massive fireball illuminated the battlefield once more, but as that person's five fingers clenched together, the fireball astonishingly transitioned from expanding to collapsing, ultimately being completely absorbed into their palm.
Xu Wenwu was a bit dazed, only now realizing that the newcomer was Wei Yuan.
