Yet Yue Qian'ao showed no intention of leaving. He grabbed Nong Zhu's arm to stop him from moving recklessly, his face iron-blue as he watched the inhumanly horrific scene before them. The dense green fireballs falling from the sky began curving around them two meters above their heads, and even the flames fanned their way likewise bent aside. Neither of them was touched at all.
Nong Zhu suddenly understood. This fellow was originally an expert at controlling fire, so naturally he was not afraid of such flames.
Seeing people constantly fleeing outward and begging the two of them for help, Yue Qianchou kept pulling him away from those rushing over to plead with them. Nong Zhu immediately said anxiously, "You can control fire. Save them."
"With so many people, how many can I save?" Yue Qianchou's face was overcast. "The moment I make a move, I'll inevitably attract countless people begging for help, and Night Demon Lord will spot us at once. Tell me, should we flee then, or stay and save people? If we don't flee, we die. But if we flee, we'll be abandoning people to their deaths. With so many lives at stake, neither you nor I can bear the foul reputation if word gets out. Besides, unless we can take every last one of them away, even if we put out the fire on their bodies, they still won't escape this area shrouded in demonic flames. So tell me, how am I supposed to save them?"
"You and your crooked logic!" Nong Zhu was so angry that he stopped speaking, seemingly blaming Yue Qianchou for being too heartless.
During the pair's dispute, Wu Feng saw that the tide had turned beyond recovery and knew there was no meaning in resisting any longer. He seized Wangqing, shook