The bullet ignited the ghost fire oil!
Accompanied by a loud explosion!
The roaring flames intertwined like countless fiery serpents in the air.
The transcendent blue flames kept rising, even forming a sky-high fiery tornado above the ocean.
This burning was mixed with the scent of money, infused with his rage!
The Black Glove fell from the vines into the water, convulsing incessantly.
It felt as if he was being gnawed by a thousand ants and ten thousand centipedes.
The Black-eyed Captain was utterly shocked!
This amount of ghost fire oil was enough to burn for half a day.
Ghost fire oil wasn't cheap, and often it was hard to come by even if you had the money.
The Black-eyed Captain recalled that a weapon shop typically sold only a little ghost fire oil.
How many weapon shops would one need to buy out to get this much ghost fire oil!
The Black Glove writhed in the blue fire; he had thought that being on water would spare him from a powerful fire attack.
