Even standing over twenty meters away, Lin Fei could clearly feel the violent True Force spreading fiercely in all directions, with strands of an unknown aura mixed within.
Countless white stone fragments and bits of earth fell like raindrops, and the sound of the explosion still startled all the tourists nearby. Lin Fei propped herself up with her longsword and charged back toward the center. A pale green, round crystal quietly floated in the epicenter of the blast. Nearby was the black-haired man from before. He clutched his eyes tightly with both hands, emitting a silent, hoarse cry; his face was a mess of blood and flesh, and the upper half of his clothing was almost entirely charred black. A large piece of his scalp had been torn right off, hanging by his face and revealing the ghastly white bone underneath. And what was most horrifying, around his body, strands of green sparks and black threads twisted and intertwined, as if two different energies were dueling each other.