The six great mercenary corps were completely routed, struggling for their lives in the sea of fire created by the Salamander. The adventurers that were huddling up together just now were letting out shrill screams. They were surrounded by flames and smoke on all sides. Furthermore, there were giant meteors dropping from the sky occasionally, leaving deep scars in the Fire Plume Ridge. Just by looking at this battlefield, it seemed to resemble Hell…
The ground seemed to be cooked. Every step felt hot and soft, and there were even bubbles appearing with "poof, poof, poof". There was not a single adventurer that was alive within a 100 meter radius of the salamander. The whole Fire Plume Ridge was like it entered doomsday under the cataclysmic heat.
The salamander was like a grim reaper from hell waving an invincible blazing scythe amidst the fire, incessantly claiming the lives of adventurers.
Argus sweated profusely after witnessing this horrific scene.
