Murong Fan emitted an ear-piercing screech, his body writhing in agony as the fire consumed him.
The flames crackled and danced wildly, casting eerie shadows across the tomb's walls.
The scent of burning flesh mingled with the rotting stench, creating a nauseating odor that filled the air.
Murong Fan's form disintegrated amidst the blaze, crumbling into charred remains that scattered across the chamber floor.
The assistants and Shorty, petrified by the gruesome sight, stood frozen for a moment before Dr. Leng's urgent voice snapped them back to reality.
"Run, now!"
Dr. Leng's urgency spurred them into action.
The trio sprinted toward the exit, their hearts racing, fueled by fear and the adrenaline rush of survival.
The flames behind them crackled and roared, casting flickering shadows that danced along the walls of the tomb.
