The voodoo master howled in pain and rolled over in the sand, the flames around him finally extinguished.
He was dizzy, with burn marks all over his body, and he struggled to sit up. Everything he could see was scarlet. For a moment, he didn't know whether this was due to bloodshot eyes or the unique color of the demon world's scarlet moon.
The pain of the broken arm was so heartbreaking that it made him gasp for breath.
At the last moment, he was locked by those indifferent red eyes. In the manic and leaping red firelight, a bit of burning gray was extremely calm and peaceful. It gradually enlarged in his eyes. It was only a few steps away, only one step away from death. In panic and despair, he resolutely threw away his arm, and the golden cicada escaped from its shell.
Survive the danger of death!
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