The increasingly dark Deep Sea was now lit scarlet. Amid the rolling monstrous waves, clusters of flames bobbed and thumped, like strings of flickering ghost fires.
Driven by the seawater, the flames swiftly spread across the entire surface. Those humans who had failed to flee were directly entangled by the fire; swept by the heatwave, they perished in the Deep Sea.
Li Ziran saw through it clearly. Below one meter of the surface, everything was fire, layered like jelly. This was not merely Fire Element—it was a combination of a rare element called Oil and Fire Element.
Though it was only a simple fusion of two elements, it could burn even in seawater, erupting with unimaginable energy.
The seawater, said to be fire's nemesis, now seemed like a raging wind, fanning the flames ever fiercer.
The whale had no choice but to dive into the seabed to avoid being discovered by those Demons. Yet through the reflection on the surface, he could clearly see fiery-red figures whistling past like fighter jets.
At this moment, they truly resembled devils scattering death, driving those humans into despair.
The whale stopped, and Li Ziran quietly watched the hunt.
These products were displaying their power exactly as he had envisioned. This was only the edge of the Deep Sea. Once they entered the Red Soil Continent, backed by its abundant Fire Element, these body-snatching Demons would display power countless times greater than this.
Of course, their flaws were apparent.
These Demons lacked the habits of Elves, and their use of magic lacked any beauty. Ninety percent of their ceaseless flame-casting was wasted. A Common Elf could have achieved their current pursuit with just a few fireballs.
And they had great difficulty flapping their wings, spending nearly half their effort simply controlling their flight. Otherwise,