Li Ang said urgently, "First rotate the stone rings around us, then light the Shizhi Pond. We can turn the flames into a fire tornado that will burn the amber dome."
"How did you..."
Jiao Cheng cut himself off mid-sentence. He glanced at his subordinates still slowly chiseling away at the Dragon-breaking Stone in the distance, and at the mountain wall that showed signs of wind surging again. After a brief moment of contemplation, he nodded at Di Wu, then took several steps back, leaning on his crutch.
Upon receiving the signal, Di Wu and several other companions grabbed the patterns on the surface of the ground rings. Crouching on the ground, they gritted their teeth and pushed the stone rings.
CREAK CREAK—
The stone rings slowly began to rotate, driving the shizhi in the pond to spin faster and faster.
Di Wu and the others took several steps back, pulled out Fire Sticks from their clothes, blew on them, lit the thin paper, and threw it into the Shizhi Pond.
BOOM!
