บท 268: Hair's breadth away from a thousand pounds

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However, five minutes later, as he watched plumes of rolling black smoke rise toward the sky, and as the flames gradually engulfed building after building, merging the heavens and earth with their glow, Wang Chuan found no joy in the scene.

He realized something was missing!

The absence of people's cries, shrill screams, and wails.

The reason he wanted to destroy the city was to hear it descend into panic, to listen as the screams and wails around him went from piercing to hoarse, and finally from hoarse to despair. According to his plan, by this point, numerous people should have been driven by the thick smoke and raging fire to the brink of desperation, then one by one leap from the towering buildings.

However, none of this happened.