Sword was galloping in the sky.
Qin Feng came from the outskirts, stood on the top of the Cang Lan sword, overlooking the whole of Jiangzhou. Black fire surges, countless people ran to the street. They beat, smashed, robbed and burned at will.
All these people have been mentally refined by ghost fire. If this goes on for less than an hour, all these mortals will die, and then their souls will be refined into evil spirits in the city!
Hoo!
A black fireball from the sky down, fiercely hit toward Qin Feng.
Before the fireball touched Qin Feng, it was scattered by a spiritual force.
In Qin Feng's eyes, it is the International Finance Building, the pillar of black fire that burst on the roof of that building.
As long as this black fire is ruined, this refining city fire can dissipate!
"He is here!"
