The fierce wind fanned the flames, surrounding the scene like a purgatory.
The heavy rain merely turned the rising smoke into sewage, failing to extinguish the wildfire. People did not faint from the choking smoke and suffocate to death, but were instead burned alive with their skin torn and flesh exposed. Fear enveloped everyone's hearts, the grassland licked by fire became scorched earth in an instant, and the guards were forced to center themselves around the Emperor, repeatedly shrinking their range of movement, unable to retreat any further...
Human power is insignificant and helpless in the face of natural disasters.
Before being swallowed by the flames, Xie Zhixing's thoughts surged in——
Will Yun Jiao, upon learning of his death, travel back in time to save him?
