As the atmosphere grew increasingly somber, Feng Ying suddenly pointed out an issue, "Something's not right. The self-detonation was powerful, but the final outcome doesn't match. Although the explosion obliterated the residual soul and shattered the Evil Spirits, the shockwave still wasn't strong enough."
Feng Ying's words prompted everyone to furrow their brows in deep thought.
Reflecting on the intensity of the explosion, they all vaguely felt something was off. That was supposed to be an all-out self-sacrifice by Dong Pingtian and his companion—shouldn't the power have been greater?
Was it really too small?
Those of weaker cultivation doubted, because at their level, they couldn't really tell.
The explosion was more than earth-shaking; it even blasted out the bottom of Zichen Lake, revealing cracks everywhere. How could such power be considered small?
Where exactly was it inadequate?!
But the few peak figures of the era all wore solemn expressions.