The holy flames and Buddha's light combined with the effect of a nuclear bomb.
First came a scorching heat wave that blanketed the earth, followed by a powerful shockwave that swept away everything.
Concrete and steel, things that could not burn, instantly turned into droplets of molten lava under the heat and impact, scattering into the howling storm.
Though those prisoners possessed bodies far stronger than steel, they were ultimately no match for Garen's Wrath of Buddha: Fire Lotus.
Their skin, flesh, and even bones quickly turned to charcoal beneath the searing heat and impact, then crumbled into drifting ash.
When the fiery storm finally subsided and the sky returned to calm, only several charred skeletons remained standing where they had been.
As for the other, weaker prisoners—
They did not even have the chance to scream before melting away from the world like snow beneath spring sunshine.
The only proof that they had ever existed was the lingering human-shaped shadows on the ground and walls.
The scene looked somewhat like the bleak desolation of a post-apocalyptic wasteland.
However, from the perspective of the one who had thrown the "nuke"—
"How beautiful!"
Hancock was completely immersed in the dazzling spectacle of Garen's attack, her eyes even growing somewhat dreamy.
To Hancock, this was simply fireworks specially set off by the man she loved—magnificent and dazzling.
Bathed in the golden radiance emanating from Garen's body, she felt as though the air itself was filled with the scent of happiness.
But soon, that golden light vanished into countless shimmering motes, as though someone had suddenly cut off its power.
"What?"
Before Hancock could react, the enormous golden hand beneath her feet disappeared as well.
Having lost her foothold, Hancock uncontrollably fell from a height of over a hundred meters.
She was no