It is said that a scorching sun suddenly fell on Duiyunpo last night.
The flames did not go out after they fell to the ground, and burned for a whole night, illuminating most of the sky and being clearly visible even a hundred miles away. The blazing flames had a cold and strange color, as if they could burn through the darkness.
By the early morning, the fire was gradually dying down. Bold little demons gathered in groups of three or five, planning to salvage some of the dead bodies before any great king could organize a large-scale cleanup.
The original leader of the village on Duiyunpo was a seven-colored pheasant spirit, who was at the fifth level of foundation building and had a good level of cultivation. But under such a raging fire, even if he was thirteen or fourteen colors, even if he was lucky enough to survive, he would have been burned to a bald b@tt.
As the four little demons walked along, they saw only charred marks all over the ground. Almost all the vegetation on the Duiyun Slope was burned out, and the air was filled with thick smoke. Occasionally, they saw a corpse, which was also burned beyond recognition. As for the original magic tools on the corpse, most of them were twisted and deformed. Even so, the tools that could be preserved were at least treasure tools.
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