Everyone in Chenlin Village, Wolf Bandits and Soul Master villagers alike, watched the flames soar into the sky.
The crack of exploding trees and the rumble of crumbling rocks rang out without pause, shaking the entire mountain forest. The terrifying sea of fire stunned them all.
The Wolf Bandits' eyes widened in horror. They had never seen flames so terrifying.
Even the once-ferocious Wolf Bandits looked panic-stricken now. They stirred restlessly, desperate to escape this hellish place.
Their cries mingled into a chaotic din that only deepened the terror.
The Soul Master villagers felt differently.
The psychological impact of this sea of fire was no less than that of Chen Zixiu raising his sword peak. Yet unlike the reassurance Chen Zixiu had brought them, the merciless flames filled them with fear and unease.
Their hearts were full of conflict and turmoil. They knew their actions were right, but they would also have to pay the price.
After this battle, the Wolf Bandits would suffer a crushing blow, but Chenlin Village would pay dearly as well.
"Xiaojun, is this what you meant by water and fire being merciless?!" Chen Jianjun stared blankly at Jade Peak Mountain in the distance and gasped.
Chen Xiaojun turned toward Chen Jianjun and said rather helplessly, "What else? Since ancient times, there have only been a handful of ways for the weak to defeat the strong. Water and fire are the most direct, the most violent."
He, too, felt unprecedented pressure. He knew these flames would demand considerable sacrifices. This was a necessary measure, but even he could not predict what effect carrying out his plan would have on this land.
"But this is too fierce. The smoke and flames are shooting hundreds of meters into the sky, never mind those explosions..." Chen Feng said, his