And as it reached the critical 50-meter mark, the fireball did not lose power—in fact, it gained. The wind current Lian continued to cast only amplified the fireball's overall strength, sustaining and propelling it forward like a fiery arrow.
At seventy-five meters, the fire began to lose intensity, but the inner layers remained intact and stable.
Lian held his breath, eyes wide. "Come on…" he murmured, his heart pounding with anticipation.
At ninety meters, the fireball had shrunk, losing another layer, but it was still visible—a compact sphere of yellow-orange flames, sustained by the air vortex.
And moments later, the stone statue on the right, the one struck by the stone block a week earlier, still bearing cracks on its body, was hit by the fireball.
BOOM—
A muffled explosion echoed, and a cloud of dust and debris rose from the tower's entrance, a dramatic eruption of destruction.
