Sealing the Valley
With Fang Qi's strike, a muffled boom rang out. The thick wall immediately crumbled into chunks of stone that pattered to the ground, sending up a billowing cloud of dense, ocher dust.
Tang Xiaoli and the others instinctively raised their hands to shield their faces, keeping the spreading dust from getting in their eyes. After batting it away a few times, they finally managed to make out the hole that had been broken open—a little larger than a palm. The whole group was instantly dumbfounded.
"Is that all?" Feng Jue stared at him, almost dazed, and asked in astonishment, "Brother, isn't that way too small? I could cover it completely with half my face!"
"Not enough?" Fang Qi narrowed his eyes and took a look, then nodded with a smile. "We can see clearly!"
He had even carefully controlled his strength to keep the opening small.
Looking at his thoroughly satisfied expression, the others were at a loss for words and more than a little exasperated. "But this is way too small! Any old rock falling from outside could block it."
He sighed softly, then said solemnly, "The Devil Race has all sorts of extraordinary methods. To avoid any unforeseen complications, it's best not to make too much commotion. This size looks just right to me."
Tang Xiaoli pressed a hand to her forehead, her face full of helplessness. "You have a point, but through a hole this size, we probably can't even tell how many people are outside."
"Make it bigger," Xi Boyun urged from the side. "We can't all take turns looking through it one by one, can we?"
Seeing that everyone agreed, Fang Qi could only nod. He pressed down hard once more around the palm-sized hole. Broken stones and dust fell away from