That night, Chen Shi took out twenty-four artillery carriages under Cao Chuting's command, seizing more than two thousand head-sized cannonballs, and placed them around Cao Chuting's camp overnight, waiting for this very moment.
The explosive flames illuminated the sky, and even Tian Yue'e and the others, over a hundred miles away, could see the towering fireball rising like a giant golden mushroom.
At the periphery of the mushroom cloud, blindingly intense silver-white lightning flashed, and crisscrossing bolts swept through the surroundings like a plow turning over the earth, terrifyingly immense.
With such power, even someone with the cultivation to reach the heavens and earth would be blasted to death!
The explosion even stirred up a violent gale that blew close to the ground, snapping and shattering everything in its path!
Chen Shi watched the thunder and fire gradually dissipate, and after the fierce wind subsided, he finally approached the camp site to carefully check for any survivors, and if there were any, to root them out completely.
Cao Chuting's camp had turned into a massive crater of magma, the ground scorched and melted, leaving nothing behind.
The power of the thunder and fire is truly too formidable.
Chen Shi felt a chill, his reverence for Ganyang Mountain Lord growing by a few more notches.
He quietly retreated and returned by the original route.
At dawn, Tian Yue'e, Huang Fengnian, and the others, who had spent the entire night trembling with anxiety, found that nothing had happened and all was safe and peaceful. Only a few malevolent spirits had approached the wooden carts to chat with several sleepless imperial scholars, speaking of household trivia and tricking them into going out to play.
There were also malevolent spirits dancing in the high winds, making alluring poses, charming and graceful, but unfortunately no