Jeremy slowly lowered his skeletal staff as the fiery wall that had illuminated half the sky gradually dissipated.
As the wall of fire completely dissipated, what lay before Jeremy and Bonnie was a landscape of scattered ashes and a few solitary, standing figures.
Every one of these individuals who remained standing was, without exception, an expert with a level exceeding fifty.
They stood there, helpless, having witnessed their kin perish right before their eyes. At this moment, their hearts were consumed with hatred. If looks could kill, Jeremy would have been riddled with wounds by now.
In truth, when Jeremy unleashed the Flames of Sin, these warriors could have attacked him.
However, the clan leaders, including Golden Lion Weber, retained some semblance of reason and prevented their clansmen from attacking Jeremy at that moment.
