The bright yellow flames stood out starkly amidst the lush greenery of the distant jungle.
Even without scanning with Spiritual Sense, Wang Ba was certain that he hadn't seen wrong.
"Cannons, these are cannons."
He could clearly see the smoke drifting through the jungle in the distance, each flash of flame accompanied by the thunderous roar of the cannon fire.
In this Little Cang World, he had encountered something that only existed in memories, things that seemed completely unrelated. At that moment, the wonder and complexity in Wang Ba's heart were truly indescribable.
"Cannons?"
Zhao Jie was somewhat puzzled.
Wang Ba shook his head without explaining, and with a flash, he had already appeared in the air above the distant battlefield.
Zhao Jie quickly followed after seeing this.
Soon afterward, the faintly acrid gray-yellow smoke rising from below caused him to wrinkle his brow slightly. With a gentle sweep of his hand, he dispersed it.
