The fire that shot up into the sky illuminated the forest brightly.
The blazing flames began to spread crazily, and no matter how humid the forest was, they could not stop the burning of these magical flames. The scorching high temperature seems to have driven away the coldness of the night and the humidity of the forest, but if they had a choice, the people of the White Wing Mercenary Group would rather choose the coldness and humidity than the current high temperature.
There was no wailing sound in the place where the flames were burning. The detonation of three special fireballs completely vaporized the people within the burning range, leaving not even a slag behind.
The soldiers who were lucky enough not to be burned to death by the flames were already in chaos.
William's whole body was cold.
