"How can this be? How can this be!"
The spectral male figure, the Father, could not believe his eyes. This was his domain, his own private territory, so why was an accident happening that even he couldn't comprehend?
Within this dark chamber, a sealed area resembling a fire-refining room, those he had previously trapped with his Wuwu Whip were now entirely engulfed in flames. They looked like living torches. They writhed in agony, screaming in the terrifying fire, yet they were utterly unable to break free.
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