Wang Tao's flames had already disappeared, but the entire floor of the building was ablaze with light—he had set everything on fire during his recent fight.
"Quick, grab the loot and run!"
There were still some Night Demons around that hadn't been fully cleared out, many of whose bodies were ignited, causing their HP to plummet rapidly.
Armed with his Bone Knife, Wang Tao effortlessly dealt with these Night Demons. After picking up the loot, he took off.
By the time Wang Tao and his companions burst out of the building, they saw thick smoke billowing out of the floor he had just been on.
If this had happened in peacetime, Wang Tao figured he'd be sitting in jail for a long time.
Seeing the odd looks on Jiang Shixue and Yang Changhong's faces, Wang Tao shrugged his shoulders.
"If I say the fire wasn't set on purpose, would you believe me?" he asked.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah!"
Yang Changhong nodded perfunctorily.
"Let's get out of here!"
