"And once the temperature exceeds sixty degrees, mortals who fail to escape Jinling City will be scorched to death!"
There are a million mortals in Jinling City.
In just two or three days' time, how could it be possible to evacuate them all from Jinling? I'm afraid not even one-third would make it out.
Immortal Changqing, Gu Ximing, Elder Huisheng, and the other young disciples of the Seven Immortals Alliance around them all turned ashen-faced.
They themselves were certain to survive, but the torment of watching tens of thousands die a fiery death, helpless to prevent it, was more unbearable than death itself.
After this incident, it's likely that many will go astray in cultivation.
Immortal Changqing's long eyebrows lifted, and he soared like a large bird, flying up to the rooftop of the Palace of Heaven's Mandate. He raised his arms high, and his hands rapidly formed an extremely profound and complex Dao Formula, while he shouted out loud.
"Summon Wind, Call Rain!"
