A scorching tornado passed by, igniting everything on its way. Alas, this place was full of fire and magma and there was nothing that hadn't been ignited at all.
Because the air changes caused by the different temperatures in different locations, the sunlight that came from nobody knew where diffused in different degrees, resulting in the illusion-like haziness in the midair.
The Primeval Firelord stayed at the center of the Seething Ocean and paced back and forth anxiously, grasped by the lust of destruction, slaughter and burning. He badly wanted an enemy to appear so that his lust could be satisfied.
The fire masters, senior fire spirits and giant flame elements had been left far away from him, fearing that they might get accidentally killed!
