The blaze continued spreading in every direction.
Most of the buildings in Minshan were built from brick, stone, and cement, and the firefighters who rushed over after hearing the news quickly brought it under control.
Vehicles carrying vast amounts of water sprayed continuously. The cold water was vaporized by the intense heat, turning into steam that mingled with the smoke and made breathing difficult.
The air was scorching, while murky streams of water mixed with carbon ash still flowed across the ground.
Watching this scene, Wei He felt an inexplicable sense of contradiction rise within him.
He had no time to clean up the battlefield. With a single step, his body shot toward the direction from which the artillery had just fired like a cannonball.
Since they had made a move against him, they had to bear the consequences.
Bang!
In an instant, Wei He's physical body broke through the sound barrier. He vanished from where he stood in the blink of an eye, crossed two streets, and soon spotted an artillery regiment in a central plaza, standing ready and pouring water over their cannon barrels to cool them down.
Squad after squad of soldiers in gray-white uniforms stood there. There was not the slightest trace of demons among them. They were all human.
Moreover, they seemed to be the elite troops of Li Fan, the local warlord.
One could tell from their disciplined, orderly movements that these soldiers had undergone long periods of training. Otherwise, they could never have carried out such standardized procedures.
Wei He was simply too fast. They could not even make out his figure.
How fast was movement at the speed of sound on the ground?
To ordinary people, there would only be a blur before their eyes, and then nothing.
Just as ordinary people