The Cai River shone red, and all the grass and trees were ablaze.
From the new camp to the central army camp, over a hundred tents were engulfed in flames. With the help of the Wind God, tongues of flame stretched out, licking the front camp fiercely, with a crackling sound that was deafening.
Black smoke filled the sky. Zhou Yi waved the burning military flag, clearing a path through the smoke.
A short, fat Taoist priest, his face blackened by the smoke, coughed incessantly.
"Stop burning! Leave!"
Mu Taoist priest coughed twice. "You've done a lot! I'm about to choke to death."
Shan Xiongxin's hair was stained with kerosene. As he rushed out of the smoke, there was still a ball of fire above his head, which he quickly put out with his hands.
"All the kerosene is gone."
Zhou Yi hur
