Thick blood slowly ran down from the top of Xue Que's head, turning his vision crimson as his consciousness gradually scattered.
He had never imagined that this disaster had been planted by his own hand...
No matter how unwilling he felt, this was where it ended.
Xue Que collapsed amid the scorched earth, never to make another sound.
Long before that, when the Fire Lotus had erupted, Luo Tianshen, in Luoshen City ten thousand li away, had already sensed that something was wrong.
"Father, what's going on?"
"Something happened in the Northern Border. Didn't you just send those two off?"
"Then doesn't that mean?"
"Damn it. I'm afraid something's happened. Move, now!"
Luo Tianshen muttered almost unconsciously, then immediately knitted his brows. He grabbed Luo Tian by the shoulder, and the father and son rushed all the way toward the Luoshen Clan's Northern Border.
By the time they arrived, the massive explosion they had faintly sensed even from ten thousand li away had long since died down. Less than a hundred li from the Luoshen Clan's border, it had left behind a strip of red wasteland stretching a thousand li, all reduced to scorched earth.
Even Luo Tianshen froze at the sight, his heart lurching.
Just as he thought they had likely met with disaster here, he suddenly saw someone waving to them.
Luo Tian saw Xiao Yan and Yao Wan in midair not far away, with many familiar faces beside them.
"Tianlong? Ping Er? You're back? How did you end up with Brother Xiao?"
Luo Tian sensed something unusual. Only when he drew closer did he discover in shock that the Luoshen Clan members who had gone out to train were covered in wounds. Luo Tianlong was the most heavily injured, and even his younger sister had several