Wang Qiu and the others initially wanted to intervene and save them, but they saw the person who had just attempted a rescue get burned to death by the flames.
This quashed their intentions of saving anyone.
The black flame was untouchable.
Touch it and die.
Mo Lin was alone, blocking the group of over a dozen people.
Wang Qiu and his peers dared not touch the black flame recklessly at this moment.
Mo Lin slowly raised his hand, and the black flames around him began to contract.
Bit by bit, they closed in on Wang Qiu and the others.
Wang Qiu thought to himself that this was bad.
"Thud!"
Wang Qiu dropped to his knees.
The others followed suit, mimicking Wang Qiu's actions.
It was clear they were not kneeling to Mo Lin.
Nor were they admitting any fault.
It seemed they were worshipping something.
"Please, Ancestor, take action!" Wang Qiu shouted aloud.
"Please, Ancestor, take action," the others repeated.
Then, a dark cloud materialized in the sky.
