"It's too late."
Aozawa replied.
From his vantage point, he could see what Fancheng had become, the vulnerable had been devoured, leaving nothing for the ordinary residents.
The city was now only inhabited by man-eating beasts.
He raised his hand, and flames formed into the shape of a great blade in his palm, swiftly slashing downward.
"No!"
Fan Yong shouted, his face showing extreme terror, but just as he had done to the people of Wan City before, once the blade swung down, he would not heed anyone's screams or pleas for mercy.
Even a three-year-old child was bound to die.
As the flames approached, Fan Yong suddenly thought of the child he had killed, and a trace of regret welled up in his heart.
Perhaps this was retribution.
Boom.
The flames descended, and the city gate turned to ashes in the fire.
Figures turned charred within the flames, then crumbled to pieces.
Aozawa didn't forget to take care of the Wei Army elsewhere, the raging fire flattened everything.
