The tongues of fire seemed to be alive, spreading wantonly, forming wave after wave.
The broken trees were quickly reduced to ashes, along with the people who had fallen to the ground.
The ground shook violently and slid backwards like a collapse. The red-hot rocks rolled into the deep crater created by the meteorite, and the scope of the crater continued to expand.
Teng Bokong had the cultivation level of the Mahayana stage, but under the invisible pressure of the Samadhi True Fire, he could not run as fast as a demon cultivation level of the Nascent Soul stage.
Watching another person pass him from behind, the blood-curdling screams were so close that they felt like they were sticking to the back of his head. The regret in King Gu's heart could not be expressed in words.
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