Leaving aside Miss Jiang Han's story of passing through the underground passage and crossing Anse's second city wall, which was no longer an obstacle.
Let us return to the artillery camp.
Miss Du Lingxuan covered her mouth as she watched one, two... a full three mushroom clouds rise behind the Anse Elves' city wall. Even witches were shaken by that annihilating power.
"Sympathetic detonation of magical essence nuclear shells?"
Behind her, Amanda emerged on high heels from the artillery observation room, which had been reduced to ruins by the massive tremors.
The gloomy beauty stared at those mushroom clouds and briefly lost the power of speech.
Du Lingxuan simply watched the clouds with her.
About two minutes passed. Or perhaps three.
At last, Amanda spoke in a solemn tone:
"An incredible demolition. In terms of impact, it was somewhat crude, but it still struck the wall's weak point. Unlike the last time, this demolition was more precise, and the destruction it caused was even greater. What a marvelous blast."
Du Lingxuan wanted to ask again:
"Uh, was that kind of explosion caused by magical essence nuclear shells?"
The gloomy beauty suddenly extended a hand and used magic to draw a map in the air. Then she stroked her chin, looking utterly engrossed. Her lovely lips puckered slightly as she muttered things about [data] and [blast site].
Du Lingxuan felt a little awkward. Hands on her hips, she restrained her instinct to speak in a mocking, roundabout manner and coughed lightly instead.
The gloomy beauty touched her own face and murmured:
"Truly splendid."
Clearly, there was no need to say more, nor any need to ask.
Du Lingxuan could sense the other woman's intense desire to ignore her. Generally, whenever a witch felt like that, it meant she wanted to