The light faded.
The heat, too, gradually cooled.
When the towering mushroom cloud that had blotted out the sky was finally scattered by the fierce winds high above, revealing the land beneath it,
whether they were the battle-hardened soldiers inside Bureau 7's command center,
or the members of the Eight Great Clans and the brass at Military Headquarters watching through various channels,
every last one of their pupils abruptly contracted to pinpoints.
The abandoned steel factory was gone.
The surrounding hills and woods were gone as well.
In their place was a colossal pit over five kilometers across, its bottom nowhere in sight, as though it led straight into hell!
The pit's edges had been completely vitrified by the unimaginable heat, reflecting an eerie, lurid glow in the darkness.
At its center, everything had melted into a churning, boiling lake of magma!
One strike from [Godslayer]!
Just one strike!
And everything within a five-kilometer radius had been utterly erased from the world!
This was a National Treasure!
This was the ultimate power, enough to make even gods tremble!
Inside Bureau 7's command center.
"Life detection signals..."
A young soldier monitoring vital signs stared at the screen before him, where every reading had dropped to zero. His voice shook, and his face was deathly pale.
"Reporting to the Bureau Chief... all signs of life in the target area... have disappeared..."
"I repeat... all have disappeared..."
Dead silence.
The entire command center fell into a deathly hush.
Everyone knew what "all have disappeared" meant.
Yue Xiaofei...
Ning Hongye...
Under that world-annihilating strike, they had been vaporized along with the land itself, leaving not the slightest trace behind.
Dead.
The young man who had worked countless miracles, in whom so many had placed their hopes,
had died in the end.
Zhang Beihai slowly