"Tortoise grandson, you're about to die, and you still want to harm me." The leader cursed softly.
Almost all the followers from the mountain stronghold perished in the sea of fire; only he escaped death.
Taking advantage of the cover of night, the leader staggered away, disappearing into the vast darkness in an instant...
Outside the city gates had become a sea of fire.
The horse bandits were all engulfed in flames, screaming incessantly, rolling on the ground, but it was to no avail.
Soon, the screams gradually weakened, leaving only a sea of fire below.
Faintly, there was the smell of roasted meat.
However, even smelling this aroma, everyone felt extremely nauseous because they knew in their hearts that this was not meat that could be eaten casually; this was human flesh.
