It was a man clad in rough cloth robes running madly along the Divine Path, collapsing into ashes.
These people from the Ancient Times had truly been resurrected, with a tangible second chance at life, among them were women and men, but more were the elderly, the weak, and children.
Gu Jianlin was stunned.
Because he could understand that ancient language.
The man who went mad just now was clearly saying it was the third time!
Why the third time!
His Qilin Wedge was buzzing loudly, an invisible domain spread out, enveloping those figures.
Skylark watched as an old man holding his granddaughter knelt before him, crying out loudly, "God! Save my child! Please save her!"
Before he finished speaking, the old man was also consumed by the flames erupting from within his body.
Only a little girl was left, blinking her eyes, wailing in sorrow.
