The armor's firearms ignited the oil tank, releasing the volatile lacquered antimony. The pitch-black liquid splashed everywhere in the light of the flames, clinging to the surfaces of buildings, the bodies of demons, and merging into the accumulated water.
Burning, fiercely burning.
The flames were so intense that for a moment, they left only pure white in people's eyes, akin to facing the scorching sun. Many couldn't help but close their eyes, avert their gaze, to avoid the searing confrontation.
Bola took a deep breath; the fire stretched the shadow of the weapon master into long slender lines.
The burning lacquered antimony merged into the puddles, transforming into a raging inferno that spread crazily, instantly sealing off the street and separating people from the demons with a wall of intense heat.
