"The fire was too intense. With my abilities, there was no way I could put it out completely.
It was a shame Old Zhao wasn't in Rong City on a mission. Otherwise..." the captain muttered inwardly, then pulled a ten-centimeter-long metal tube from his pocket.
Although the metal tube looked unremarkable, it was actually an extremely useful spiritual artifact.
After taking out the spiritual artifact, the captain immediately channeled the Spiritual Energy in his Dantian.
The Spiritual Energy surged through his body like a rushing river.
Spiritual Energy quickly gathered in his hand. Once it was infused into the spiritual artifact, it activated at once, emitting a faint tremor and a weak glow.
The captain aimed the spiritual artifact at the raging fire in the distance and gripped it steadily with both hands.
Two seconds later, a clear stream of water shot from the metal tube and rapidly rushed toward the sea of flames.
As great amounts of water appeared, the spreading fire was blocked. But the spiritual artifact could not operate forever. All he could do was hope that, by the time it stopped, everyone trapped inside would have been rescued.
The captain continuously poured Spiritual Energy into the spiritual artifact, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
As he struggled against the flames, a faint sound suddenly rang beside his ear.
"Drip, drip, drip..."
The sound was crisp and strangely familiar.
The captain's brows drew tightly together as he looked toward the source of the sound.
After thinking for a moment, his expression suddenly changed. Then, with a grave look, he walked toward the room where the abnormal sound had come from.
When he arrived, the captain raised his foot and kicked open the door in front of him.
As the door flew open, something that