The place slowly fell silent within the onslaught of thick dust.
*WOO*
Angele heard the wind howling.
The entirety of the gray dust gathered around toward the center of the room and formed into a solid ball the size of a fist floating above Vivian’s right palm.
She lightly squeezed the ball.
*CHI*
The gray ball burst into purple flames which completely illuminated the entire room. The burning dust ball began shrinking until it completely disintegrated in just seconds.
Angele struggled to stand up. The walls in the ruin had been built with special materials. If not for his forcefield and high attributes, he would have been severely injured after the impact.
Vivian walked to Angele quickly.
He knew Vivian was not going to let him touch the golden fireball.
Vivian shook her head as she stared at Angele. The lady was taller than the young man. Her expression was cold, and anger filled her eyes.