Faced with Xia Lianxue's words, which were like a divine judgment, Lin Ye, bound by countless vines and Wind Blades, merely lifted his head.
His face showed no trace of pain or despair. Instead, a strange smile crept across his lips.
"Well, since you put it that way..."
Lin Ye's voice wasn't loud, but it reached Xia Lianxue's ears with perfect clarity.
"I suppose I should get a little serious, then."
A flicker of impatience crossed Xia Lianxue's ice-blue eyes, which seemed one with the world itself.
'It's come to this, and he's still playing games?'
She had lost her last shred of patience.
At her command, the colossal fireball suspended high in the sky—over a hundred meters in diameter and powerful enough to level a mountain range—suddenly plummeted!
BOOM—!!!
A sound beyond description devoured all other noises in the world.
The moment the fireball struck the ground, it was a cataclysmic explosion, the very definition of destruction!
