Several minutes had passed, and only when a familiar shout broke through their transient deafness did the two witches snap back to reality.
"Hold your breath... filter the oxygen with magic power!"
Johnny abruptly came to his senses and turned his head, Lynn was standing in front of a burning sea of fire, gazing ahead as the rolling waves of heat made his robe flutter vigorously.
The two witches didn't know what oxygen was, but they knew how to hold their breath.
But what kind of magic was this?
Johnny's surprise was indescribable, and Bai Ge, beside him, was crouching by a collapsed earthen wall, too scared to stand due to the limbs and flesh scattered around.
Lynn wasn't paying much attention to the condition of the two witches, his expression solemn as he looked toward the harbor docks, now reduced to ruins.
