The orange-red fireballs carried scorching winds of flame that scattered the heavy Night Veil.
The sky, the clouds, the hills, and the earth—all things were red.
Endless red, richly saturated red, red that blotted out the sky and sun. It carried a surging heat that rushed into his face, seemingly igniting the world's atmosphere of bleakness and despair and making every living thing beneath that red tremble and choke.
Zheng Qing found the scene before him incredibly familiar. He was certain he had seen it somewhere before.
But he had no time to remember.
Boom!
Hundreds of Sky Fires fell upon the hill in the distance, creating a scene like a volcanic eruption. Sand and rocks flew, the stench of burning filled the air, and smoke billowed everywhere. The hundred-meter hill had been blasted into a deep pit, white-gray smoke pouring from it.
Along the edge of the pit, the remaining stones had been burned into strange, smooth Glazed Ware. They reflected the White Rainbow overhead and the fiery red glow all around them, shimmering with bizarre colors.
Before the falling flames had even finished, hundreds of pairs of scarlet eyes emerged from the darkness and swiftly surrounded the area. They extended pale, slender tongues and frenziedly licked the traces of Magic Power left on the scorching Glazed Ware.
Though Zheng Qing was dumbstruck, he also secretly felt fortunate.
He was fortunate that the Forbidden Curse within him had broken through its seal, sparing him the worry of running out of Magic Power and preventing him from ending up in the same plight as those Black Prison prisoners.
He was also glad that when he had cast the spell earlier, he had not aimed it at the prisoners eyeing him hungrily. At the moment he released July Flowing Fire, he