After the explosion, a deep pit cratered the ground where the witch had stood. Zhao Rong crawled out from behind some nearby cover, pointed to a pile of ashes, and said to his assistant and the three women, "Alright, that takes care of the old witch for good. You can consider this pile of ashes her cremains."
The assistant stepped forward, staring at the pile of black ash with interest. "Holy crap, no way," he said. "I thought you said that witch was invulnerable to blades and bullets. How did a single demolition charge blow her to smithereens?"
Yu Lan stepped forward as well, scanning the area for any sign of the old witch. "Looks like Zhao Rong really did finish her off."
Lili asked curiously, "Zhao Rong, why did your demolition charge work when our grenades couldn't even scratch her?"
