The first layer.
Nothing happened.
The wooden surface only grew slightly warm.
The second layer.
Still nothing.
The wood barely even changed color.
The third layer.
The instant the flame rune lit up, a sense of danger stabbed straight into the back of Yang Yong's head like a needle.
Without a second thought, he hurled the piece of wood in his hand away with all his strength...
Boom!
A cloud of dust three hundred meters high erupted on the hillside.
Dirt and gravel came pelting down like a torrential rain.
A scorching blast of air surged outward from the explosion in every direction, making the canvas of several nearby tents snap and flap.
A dull tremor passed through the ground, as though some giant beast had rolled over underground.
In that single instant.
Almost everyone in the group woke up.
Wang Ying reacted the fastest.
She had not even put on a coat and wore only a thin tank top.
She was already shooting toward Yang Yong and Zheng Xiaofeng like a bolt of black lightning.
The saber in her hand was already unsheathed, its blade reflecting a cold gleam beneath the Blood Moon.
Her expression held no panic, only a pure, almost tangible murderous aura.
That aura lowered even the warming air around her by several degrees.
Yang Yong had no doubt that if he did not immediately give a reasonable explanation...
This young woman with her terrible temper when woken would have her blade at his throat the very next second.
"It's fine! It's fine!"
Yang Yong hastily raised both hands and explained at top speed, "I'm testing a new ability!"
"Really! Just testing a new ability!"
"Everyone, go back to sleep! Haha, don't mind me!"
The ordinary people in the group were angry but dared not say