Flames were supposed to be scorching bright and warm, but these seemed green and miserable, like will-o'-the-wisps in a cemetery shifting between bright and dim.
"Be careful!" Faced with such a queer situation, Meng Qi could not help but shout. He raised the Evil Ordeal and swung it, creating a smear of silver light.
Just as he finished his sentence, a distorted, dark green shadow came flying out of the rubble. It did not look like a tangible object, but rather a reflection in the water, swaying with the waves.
A shrill howling sound rang out.
The illusion's wails were thick with fear. The terrifying deterrence of it made Meng Qi shudder.
Its awe-inspiring state was not beast-like, nor was it similar to the feeling of insignificance before natural disasters. Instead, it came from the depths of his soul, as though the distorted green shadow ruled over his life and his soul, making it inevitable for him to shiver in fear!
