Flames raged atop the hill.
Below the hill, seventy or eighty caravan members stood dumbfounded and afraid to move. From their perspective, all they had seen was a vast blaze suddenly erupt. They could not see what was happening at all, and the entire process had taken only a few seconds—barely enough time for them to recover from their shock.
Naturally, this was exactly what Zhang Yang wanted to see. He had no intention of silencing witnesses by killing them.
He quickly picked up two crimson beads from the ground. They were what remained after the two paper figures had burned away completely.
The things felt slightly cool to the touch, but since their connection with the Village Building Order had already been severed, there was naturally no information prompt.
After a moment's thought, Zhang Yang enveloped one of them with one of the few Soul Force Fields he had left. He needed to find out what these things were worth. He could not spend twenty-eight portions of Dry Rations to kill two mysterious paper figures and end up with nothing.
"Huh?"
A second later, Zhang Yang stared blankly. His Soul Power was actually unable to penetrate the bead. It had been bounced back directly by some kind of force.
"Looks like the power level of those two paper figures was higher than mine. No wonder even the items they dropped are so formidable."
Zhang Yang gave a sly chuckle, but he was not discouraged in the slightest. He had plenty of ways to deal with this.
He tossed one of the beads directly into the flames, then used magic power to construct the Second Closed-Loop Circle, forming a Curved Force Field to compress it with intense heat. At such temperatures, no matter how many secrets were hidden inside the