The entire city was ablaze, with tall columns of black smoke in the distance. Fengjiang City was already unrecognizable, almost completely destroyed.
Dahua soldiers cradled their weapons, faces numb as they stared into the camera lens, some even with wrinkled brows. Many were no longer young, yet a great number were barely of age.
These conscripted soldiers had just experienced a disaster, and the catastrophe was still unfolding as they faced the camera lenses.
The fire blazed for three whole days and nights before it was quelled, consuming numerous wooden structures and leaving nothing but piles of pitch-black ash.
"This isn't a weapon of this world at all," Chu Muzhou said with a pale face after glancing at Emperor Zhao Kai, who was continuously vomiting, and then speaking to Chen Jing, the Minister of Works, by his side.