As the dry ice fell, the fire was suppressed, but it quickly reignited.
The temperature was so high that even the people could feel the discomfort of the heat while under the blankets. How kind of feeling would it be for those who were directly exposed to the flames?
Many people secretly looked at Fangzheng, only to see him sweating profusely. His face was flushed red from the heat, but he still gritted his teeth and pushed the carts as he ran.
Captain Wu and the others wanted to rush out a few times to help, but when they saw the movement speed of the surrounding scenery, they knew that it was useless even if they went down. They could not keep up with the speed of the carts. So they could only stay on board obediently.
As for the elders, they deeply imprinted Fangzheng's face in their memories. Some of them covered their faces as they cried…
At this moment, Wei Xiaolin exclaimed, "Oh no, the fire is flaring up!"
