Suddenly, a tongue of flame surged out like a giant wave, sweeping toward the Young Master and the Colonel.
It turned out the flowing gasoline had, without anyone noticing, already reached their feet.
Wherever the gasoline flowed, the fire spread rapidly.
The Colonel shoved the Young Master and shouted loudly, "Young Master, go! This fire is Strange Fire, there's no way to put it out!"
The Young Master clutched the Colonel in a death grip. "I'm not going."
"My father entrusted this position to me, and yet I was beaten by a despicable human. I refuse to accept that…"
As he spoke, the raging flames had already spread to within less than a hundred meters of the two of them.
And not far away, the path of escape was almost blocked off by the inferno.
The Colonel practically staked his life on it as he pushed the Young Master away.
"Move! This Strange Fire isn't something ordinary people can unleash—if you don't go now, it'll be too late."
