When Yuche finally lowered his hands, hundreds of metal rods stood across the contaminated ground.
The sight reminded me of a field of dead grass.
Only sharper.
"Is that as deep as you can get them?" I asked.
"Some reached more than ten meters," Yuche replied. "The ones near the foundations couldn't go as far."
"It'll do," I replied. Hopefully was the one word that I didn't say out loud.
Zhenlan looked toward me. Lightning had already begun flickering faintly beneath his skin as I pointed toward the rods. "Put enough electricity through them to kill everything under our feet," I said.
His gaze travelled across the ruined road, the abandoned yards, and the bare stretch leading toward the mansion.
Then he raised both hands.
The air changed immediately.
My hair lifted away from my neck. Static crawled over my skin, and the metal rods began humming inside the ground.
Lingyun's fire spread over his hands again as he moved closer to the edge of the contaminated section.
