Lying in the tent, the night gradually deepened, and the dim light illuminated Yang Yu's tent.
Looking at the back of his hand, slightly raised and blocking his view, Yang Yu seemed to see a bright flame before him.
The flame enveloped the entire Benliang City, burning everything he had ever seen to ashes.
Closing his eyes, everything became so real.
Even lying on the comfortable bed drawn from the System, Yang Yu felt not a hint of drowsiness.
He had originally thought that after the big fire, he could still organize the team as usual, step by step to implement his plan and ultimately reach his goal.
However...
"Unexpectedly heavy... or rather, too heavy..."
Yang Yu muttered to himself, wondering when he had developed such demonic thoughts.
The Sailuomen Plain would hinder Flame Magic from producing fire, but the real fire had no restrictions.
In war games, using fire attack is not something rare.
