A mile due north, there stood a mountain.
Not tall—just over two hundred meters in height—it wasn't particularly impressive, nor was it insignificant.
But now, that mountain had vanished without a trace. The ground had opened to reveal a gaping hole, with countless fragments of stone scattered across the land or tumbling into the suddenly formed abyss.
The earth had fissured, and the numerous plants all around had lost their foundation, either shattered into pieces or blasted away by the force, their whereabouts unknown.
"It's as if a natural disaster ravaged through here."
Xu Tiecheng murmured to himself after examining the charts in his hand.
To Chen Fei, the spectacle was less shocking and more a cause for wild joy, as the emergence of such a powerful weapon was partly his doing. He had contributed to this disaster-like scene with his own strength.
"With the Hidden Dragon present, the Lang Man are nothing but chickens and dogs." Chen Fei joyfully exclaimed.