Her faucet led into the screen and transformed into a vast expanse of water.
What if she threw a burning paper ball into it?
Xiang Ying decided to act immediately—rolling up her sleeves, tearing a piece of paper, lighting it on fire, and tossing it into the screen.
While General Wei Yong and others were still pondering how to cross the river, sudden shouts of alarm erupted around them.
"Run, there are fireballs falling from the sky, run!"
The soldiers around the river frantically turned and ran, amidst screams and the loud neighing of horses.
A fireball crashed down with a thud, creating a large hole in the ice of the tributary.
Accompanied by the flames crackling fiercely, the surrounding ice melted instantly.
Though the flames gradually diminished until they disappeared, the entire tributary resumed its flow within those short five minutes.
The broken chunks of ice were swept downstream; soldiers at the riverside fell haphazardly, staring blankly at the scene.
