The morning sun had just risen over the horizon, but flames soaring into the sky from the county town dyed the clouds red like the dawn.
The county town's low walls had already become a long Fire Wall. No one knew what the rebels had used to start the blaze, but it was nearly impossible to extinguish. The flames had spread into the town, continuously devouring lives.
Crash...!
The gate tower collapsed, and enormous beams rolled down, crushing many more soldiers and civilians to death.
The flames and thick smoke were like demons from hell, devouring everything before them. Neither houses nor people could escape the burning fire, while the billowing smoke choked an unknown number to death.
For some reason, dark clouds rolled across the sky and blocked out the sunlight. Thick smoke mingled with the clouds, leaving this stretch of the world dim and lightless.
Near the city walls.
Several hundred soldiers and righteous martial artists stood beside pools of water, their faces filled with misery as they watched the Blazing Fire consume the town. Water and fire showed no mercy. The flood had barely receded when flames swallowed the county town that had survived the deluge. With the wind feeding the fire, it burned ever fiercer. Rebels filled the land outside the town, and anyone who escaped would only be slaughtered by those bandits who had risen amidst the chaos. There was no way out.
Amid the soldiers stood a brother and sister side by side.
Their faces were covered in ash, their bodies stained with blood, and the long blades in their hands were riddled with chips. No one knew what brutal battle they had endured.
"Brother... we may not survive." Mo Qin gave a bitter smile.
"Alas, your brother failed to protect you, Qin'er. I