The thing didn't hit the mountain. Thousands of feet above the ground, it suddenly hovered. The flames quickly extinguished, revealing a smooth, cold ship body that was neither metal nor wood. It hangs there quietly, like a silent tombstone from the sky.
A low humming sound sounded, not through the ears, but directly beating on every bone. Shen Wenyan saw ripples in the air like water waves, spreading from the bottom of the giant ship and passing over the battlefield.
Miracles, or divine punishments, happen in an instant.
The sword held high in the hands of the rebels melted like a candle, dripping with molten iron, making the wielder scream and let go. The charging horse, together with the knight on its back, collapsed silently. It was not death, but more like it had been drained of all its strength and turned into piles of quiet, breathing flesh. The imperial army's side was not much better. The archer in the front row loosened his fingers, the bowstring broke, and the arrow fell to the ground less than three feet away from the string.
There were no earth-shattering explosions, no blood and flesh flying everywhere. The war was erased in an absolutely quiet, absolutely complete way.
Dead silence.
