Bursts of flame erupted, and the hill that had stood on the horizon, over a hundred meters tall, collapsed with a thunderous crash from its center.
Countless rocks mixed with earth tumbled down, sweeping the trees and grass on the hillside along with them. The deafening rumble instantly spread in every direction, leaving even Xu Yi, a full two kilometers away, with ringing ears.
Watching the distant hill lose half its bulk in the blink of an eye, Xu Yi could not help twisting his lips, a strange feeling stirring within him.
Before this, anything capable of such tremendous destruction on the Sains Continent would have had to be powerful forbidden spell magic at the very least.
Now, however, any ordinary construction crew could produce such a spectacle without even needing a mage.
His vigorous promotion of the magic industry had indeed yielded excellent results. But scientific research into magic had also turned once-unattainable forbidden spells into commonplace tools that could be used at will, with nothing remarkable about them.
The tremendous destructive power this brought would have left the mages of old utterly dumbfounded.
For this very reason, voices opposing the Xinfei Merchant Guild had emerged on the Sains Continent over the past few years.
Its opponents argued that Xu Yi constantly spoke of making every country on the Sains Continent maintain peace and stability and focus on development, yet vigorously pursued magical science, unleashing even greater powers hidden within magic and bringing greater instability to the world. He was flatly contradicting himself.
Xu Yi scoffed at this claim.
Had this world really been peaceful before the Xinfei Merchant Guild began its scientific research and development of magic?
Ultimately, no matter how powerful a force was, whether it did good or harm depended on the people who wielded it,