Fire.
Blazing pillars of fire.
One after another, they constantly moved across the heavens and earth.
Crisscrossing each other, they burst out with roaring sounds, searching for all life on the ground, incinerating anything they found into ash instantly.
Across the vast wilderness, a figure flickered through the flames ceaselessly.
Sometimes rolling successively, sometimes hopping and leaping, occasionally turning into a light dragon, darting through seven or eight pillars of fire.
——Wu Xiaode!
To be precise, it should be his avatar!
This avatar was almost indistinguishable from the real him; even the sword and knife at his waist were perfectly replicated from the past.
He weaved through the pillars non-stop, evading each one tirelessly.
Finally.
Ahead, hills appeared, along with a few dilapidated buildings.
Curiously——
The pillars of fire in the sky would consciously avoid these buildings as soon as they were about to strike.
