Surely, Ji Hao wasn’t crazy enough to detonate the Pan Jia sun in Pu Ban city.
Those people were the crazy ones, not him.
Facing the destructive strike launched by elites from tens of powerful human clans and families, Ji Hao let out the Pan Gu bell and shielded himself against the first wave of shockwaves, then unlocked the first layer of seal he cast on the Pan Jia sun and released a small part of its power.
In his spiritual space, his colorless embryo of Dao locked its fingers together and incanted the nine secret words. With a tremendous spirit power, the embryo of Dao forcibly triggered the Pan Jia sun, and the sun emitted a splendent glow while releasing a great heat. The Pan Jia sun didn’t burn the earth of Pu Ban City. Instead, its light and heat condensed into golden, shining, and almost tangible, sharp flaming spears, darting towards those people.
Countless flaming spears swished across the sky and left clear traces in the air.