A blood-red glow rose up, flashing past in an instant.
Wen Min on the mountaintop widened his eyes.
Young Ya Ji tightly clenched his dirty little sister's hand, his pupils suddenly shrinking.
"Th-this was done by Mr. Qi...?"
The scene before him had nearly surpassed Ya Ji's imagination.
Even modern weapons would have struggled to create such a terrifying sight.
If he had to compare it to something, perhaps only the special effects of terrifying gods attacking in movies could rival it.
But those were only movies, exaggerating divine power in every possible way.
Yet they still could not compare to the soul-stirring shock of the scene before him.
Ya Ji's young heart filled with countless emotions.
"Sir... stands shoulder to shoulder with the gods?"
At this moment, inside the camp, within the great prison of steel buildings.
A look of surprise flashed through Carnival's eyes.
"The sounds... stopped!"
Beside Carnival, a bearded man opened his eyes wide. "A streak of red light flashed by... and then there was nothing?"
They were imprisoned deep within the dungeon.
Yet even so, they had heard the earlier gunfire and cannon blasts.
At first, they had thought the camp was under attack. Their hearts had been uneasy, and they had not known what awaited them.
Because they had never imagined this camp could be breached.
After all, this was within Wu Gui Country.
With three thousand soldiers stationed here, it would be difficult for Yue Lang Country to strike deep into its territory.
Yue Lang Country would also find it hard to hastily organize a war of such intensity.
It was probably only a small-scale attack.
But afterward, in that single instant, the world had suddenly turned blood-red.
That sight left Carnival completely stunned.
The bearded man imprisoned with him was equally dumbfounded,