The fire soared to the sky, the air filled with the stench of scorched corpses mixed with the fragrance of dried grass, suddenly making the whole open space become abnormal.
At the edge of the forest and bushes, a row of people in white robes were standing, quickly digging a longer trench along the woods, seeming indifferent to the battle ahead, with no intention of joining in.
The heat in the air gradually increased, and even without approaching the source of the fire, one had the illusion of being roasted; everyone's faces were scorching, clean skin oozing oil externally, and eyes flushed red from the high concentration of heat waves.
Strangely, the fire seemed to congregate at one spot, no longer advancing forward, and those intruders ceased to sprint ahead as if waiting for orders, remaining still, though their heavy weapons were invariably aimed at Xiao Lin and the others.
