This was happening everywhere.
Jiang Lu had controlled the blaze, but under the protection of the old dean, he, who had never truly experienced any disaster growing up, hadn't anticipated that people under the grip of panic could be more terrifying than the disaster itself.
Since the descent of Heaven's Holy Fire, the number of people who had been genuinely burned was minimal, and not a single person had died from the flames, yet the number of injuries caused by the stampeding crowd was countless.
Suddenly, the fleeing crowd came to a halt.
"What's the matter? Why have we stopped running?"
"What happened?"
"Is there nowhere to run ahead?"
The path ahead wasn't blocked, but Death itself was there.
Morrigan stood in the way of the fleeing crowd.
The people at the front hadn't paid any attention to the woman blocking their path, intending to charge straight ahead, but before they could get close to her, a strange power repelled them.
