Long Mei Er noticed that after the fragments hit the ground, the air around them rippled, kicking up quite a bit of dust, as if the fragments' impact had caused it.
Before he could figure out what was going on, another Micro Spell Tracking Missile flew over and exploded with a bang.
Again, hundreds of fragments shot outward. The surrounding air churned violently, and more and more dust rose up.
Long Mei Er drew a slight breath and frowned, feeling that the composition of the air had undergone some inexplicable change. He could not say what it was. It did not seem like poison, nor did it seem like murkiness caused by excessive dust, but it made him uncomfortable.
With a thought, he abruptly expelled the air he had inhaled. His mouth and nose, along with every pore on his body, sealed shut, while mana circulated within him to sustain his bodily functions.
Then Long Mei Er stepped forward, intending to leave the spot.
At that moment, a third vermilion Micro Spell Tracking Missile came whistling in, incomparably conspicuous. It exploded fiercely two hundred meters away, once again sending countless fragments flying. But every fragment carried flames, like a miniature meteor shower blanketing Long Mei Er's position as it fell and plunged into the surrounding air.
Boom!
A muffled roar rang out, as though a massive hammer had struck the ground with tremendous force. In an instant, a huge fireball more than twenty meters in diameter appeared at ground level, engulfing Long Mei Er.
A powerful shockwave spread outward, and the fireball expanded with it. Its lower half clung to the ground as it spread in all directions like a halo. The upper half slowly deformed and rose into the sky like a hot-air balloon, mingling with the dust kicked