A moment later, someone could not help but exclaim again.
"Not good! This flame… this flame can't be extinguished!"
"What?"
The expressions of the others suddenly changed and began to turn solemn.
Soon, more than one person discovered the problem.
"This flame really can't be extinguished. Elder Netherworld, what should we do?"
"Elder Netherworld, save me! I don't want to die!"
The evil cultivators began to panic because the might of the flames had already begun to erupt. Their bodies and even their souls were beginning to burn.
"Ah! Save me."
Screams began to rise as the flames became stronger and stronger, swallowing the cultivators and not giving them any chance of survival.
Nearly half of the cultivators were suffering in the flames. Then all got burned alive into ashes by the flames.
This heart palpitating fear and despair simply caused others to be unable to see a trace of hope.
