The rain of fire fell, not only turning the earth into scorched wasteland, but also engulfing vast numbers of Dayue soldiers.
Any soldier touched by the flames instantly ignited into a human torch, crackling as they burned as if they were dry firewood. Even so, those soldier-torches stood utterly unmoving, as though the fire consuming them was not on their own bodies at all.
Watching this scene from afar, the Dayue general wore a look of intense, deep-seated hatred in the depths of his eyes.
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