The thunder dragon in the sky faded away, and the rolling peals of thunder dissipated into silence.
Amidst the darkness, the Mohist ground lamps—their subterranean circuits having been shattered when the spring thunder descended—were extinguished. The surging power of the earth veins had incinerated the mechanism formations, and the resulting eruption of energy had pulverized the flagstone path. Two deep, spiderweb-like fissures snaked across the road, emitting a foul odor.
In the distance, the ornate, overlapping eaves of the pavilions stood in silhouette against the dark sky. Every light was extinguished. Even those who had sensed the sudden battle between the practitioners dared not act rashly, terrified of becoming a target; they could only wait in silence for the arrival of the Tianjing Guard.
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