The other side of the coffin lid connected to a realm of fire.
The undead had their own special undead plane, filled with countless undead. Or rather, due to the plane's influence, it was only suitable for undead survival.
The Tech Side had dark planes, so why couldn't they create a Flame Plane?
The Flame Plane was filled with fire, and a massive golden sun hung in the sky.
As the coffin lid opened, the flames were like water bursting through a gap in a tank, an endless torrent surging out through the opening.
Then the Flame Demon Dragon charged into the Reincarnators, utterly disregarding his identity as a mage and choosing close combat instead.
Dragon Breath.
The pale gold flames seemed to have received some kind of enhancement, carrying immense impact force.
Every Reincarnator in the path of the dragon breath was swept away.
The Reincarnators sent flying coughed up blood, but instead of healing themselves, they desperately tried to shake off the flames covering their bodies.
But the next moment, the Reincarnators still struggling to shake off the flames collapsed headfirst onto the ground, their bodies engulfed by fire.
All the Reincarnators' expressions turned grim. They had already suspected it while inside the barrier. Sure enough, it was an instant-death attack.
And the chance of a successful judgment was absurdly high.
Sure enough, every lively fire mage in the void was far from simple.
"Everyone, spread out! Use specialized countermeasures against fire mages!"
If anyone had the most experience fighting fire mages, it was undoubtedly these Reincarnators, who had fought Scholar House more than once.
Nearly every one of these Reincarnators had endured the baptism of flames on the battlefield.
Those without ice-element abilities took out specially made condensation bombs from their Space Backpacks, while those with ice-