At this moment, the central square of Gold and Silver Island has been reduced to a ruin.
Buildings have collapsed, beams have broken, and rubble is mixed with the kindling originally used for executions, scattered around.
As the suffocating pressure in the sky gradually dissipates, people begin to cautiously peek out from behind the ruins.
A figure staggers out from behind a pile of rubble.
"Lord... Lord Island Master? Did you win?"
Wu Heng turned his head and looked over, smiling as he said, "Yes, I won!"
The questioner's eyes burst with wild joy, "My lord, you really won, we can have good days again."
"Mm!" Wu Heng smiled and said no more.
Then, his gaze swept across the surrounding ruins, and he snapped his fingers lightly.
The next moment, changes began to occur around them.
All the collapsed bricks and broken wood seemed to rewind like a reversed image, quickly recoiling.
