Returning to the present, the people of Village Kang suffered grim losses and were heavily wounded.
In the shadows, Si watched with eyes seething with rage.
He never expected that Han Yi could actually summon fire from the heavens like a divine being.
Not only had his plan to kill Han Yi failed, but Zhuo Village—the place he'd grown up and loved—was nearly destroyed in the ensuing calamity.
Many familiar faces had become charred, broken corpses.
Fury, jealousy, resentment...
All these emotions surged in Si's heart, finally converging into one voice.
"Kill him! Kill him!"
In the vast night, Han Yi had vanished without a trace.
But having served as high priest for decades, Si's method of communicating with the deities wasn't false.
Though Han Yi's fluctuations differed from the deity he worshipped, Si followed the slight remnant fluctuations in the air and eventually caught up with Han Yi.
"Die! So-called deities have no place on this planet!"
