Golden flames surged skyward. Buildings, soil, and even steel were reduced to ashes under the terrifying temperature of the solar flames, until they were burned into gas.
Baja's wings beat as he carried eight glass cylinders in his talons. Aside from the one Su Xiao had just used, another Apollo had become unstable from the jostling and expanded until it shattered its glass cylinder. Baja had already tossed it into an alternate space and detonated it.
That alternate space had already been bombed twice by Apollo. According to Baja's estimate, it could withstand three more blasts at most.
Apollo was practically a double-edged sword, but neither its power nor its detonation speed could be faulted.
At this moment, the eight glass cylinders Baja carried were all marked with numbers from 3 to 10. This was Su Xiao's manufacturing order—the later the number, the more stable the Apollo.
From the moment it was successfully manufactured, Apollo would activate on its own at a rate of 10% per hour. Once it reached 40%, its activation would become irreversible, causing it to explode within one to three seconds.
Regardless of what happened afterward, Su Xiao had to use up or throw away all of the Apollo three hours and forty-five minutes later.
Time was of the essence. Su Xiao quickly walked out of the Witch Association's branch in Eisenla, and as soon as he left the building, a wave of heat rushed toward him.
Su Xiao looked toward the source of the heat. A massive semicircular crater had appeared in the wasteland half a kilometer to the west. The crater was more than three hundred meters in diameter, and solar flames burned within it.
A Crimson Card stood out particularly clearly amid the flames. Su Xiao only glanced at it before ignoring it.