Thunder Strikes the Sky Tent, Chieftain's Soul Annihilated; Xubu's Startled Gaze Freezes His Gall

As if in slow motion, the scene unfolded. The several hundred elite trusted retainers closest to King Hunxie were all caught within the blast wave's reach—some were hurled skyward and torn apart, some swallowed by flames, some struck by flying stones and killed on the spot!

Not a single person in or around the dome tent escaped unscathed.

Burning wool, snapped wooden beams, shredded felt canvas, mangled corpses, and charred flames carpeted the entire summit of the earthen platform.

The once lavish and imposing Deer Terrace Dome Tent had now become a living hell.

The Xiongnu soldiers farther away had not been annihilated instantly, but the shockwave still flung them viciously through the air, sending them crashing onto the platform's stone steps and beneath its stone walls.

Those nearer the blast had their bones broken and sinews torn. Blood poured from their mouths as they wailed without end, utterly unable to rise again.

Those farther away were still thrown into dizziness and agony, the world spinning around them. They struggled to crawl to their feet, yet could not get up no matter what they did. All they could do was lie on the ground and stare helplessly at the horror before them, their faces filled with terror and blank confusion.

Only the outer-ring Xiongnu soldiers farther below the platform had luckily avoided the direct impact of the blast wave, allowing them to witness the entire heaven-and-earth-shattering scene intact.

This apocalyptic sight left them as motionless as if they had been struck by a paralysis spell.

One after another, they stared dumbfoundedly toward the earthen platform. Their faces were utterly vacant; only their eyes stood wide open, their pupils contracted to pinpoints, their breathing halting in an instant.

Some people's cheeks twitched uncontrollably. Their mouths hung wide open, drool sliding from