Inside the wooden house, Wang Yi gazed down below.
Two pillars of water shot dozens of meters into the air. Water cascaded down with a ROAR, like twin celestial rivers thundering from the heavens, scouring everything in their path in an attempt to flood the entire valley.
Meanwhile, the Flaming Wood Tumor Army charged into the valley from the northern entrance, heedless of the cost. They were a frenzied tide, also trying to fill the valley to the brim.
And so, water met fire. For a moment, it was impossible to tell if the water would overwhelm the mountain or if the fire would boil the seas. All that was certain was the great billows of white steam that rose up, thick as smoke and fog.
Mr. Jin left the wooden house and merged into the body of a Fireline Shooter under his control.
