The dark red sea of flames that had recently raged and burned through vast expanses of mystical forest is now completely extinguished.
Only the charred, scarred earth remains, with wisps of smoke rising from the cracked crevices, the air saturated with the pungent odor of scorching and ashes.
Scorching dense smoke, like huge black columns, rolls and surges, thrusting directly into the lead-gray sky.
Announcing what kind of fierce blaze has just ravaged this place.
However, a more heart-chilling transformation is unfolding at the edge of the horizon.
The three sections of the mystical forest that had been separated by Jiang Wei's flames and occupied separate areas are now falling into an incomprehensible madness.
Wherever eyesight reaches, the earth groans in agony.
Countless thick, gnarled, giant roots covered in pale bark, like awakened ancient pythons, tear through the charred topsoil, dragging thick, foul-smelling mud, rushing crazily in the same direction.
