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Lin Yi rolled her eyes, revealing a proud and charming smile.

However, her appearance was ordinary, and there were some pimples on her face. Her smile didn't look very charming, but its shape was changing. She looked extremely disgusting. She spoke faintly, "If she doesn't come back alive, then it will be interesting."

Xu Kui said, "That would be easier …"

Just as he finished speaking, the look in his eyes changed as he looked at the battlefield. The astonishment that gradually spread through his pupils couldn't be concealed no matter how hard he tried.

He wasn't the only one. Lin Yi and the other direct disciple were also the same.

Everyone's gaze passed through the chaotic battlefield and landed on the square city that was dyed in blood and fire.

In that direction, about thirty steps away from Fang City, the purple-robed female cultivator suddenly flew up into the air with sand and rocks beneath her feet. Her cloak flew up slanted in the wind, creating a tornado on the ground that caused her hair to dance wildly like snow.

That back view looked like it belonged to a god.

She raised her hand and shouted two words at Fang Cheng, "Fiery Blaze!"

A ghostly flame flew out from her palm.

The green flame was only a foot in size. It only flew ten steps before it suddenly exploded, instantly increasing to a radius of ten Zhang. The scene looked as though a bomb had exploded, causing people to be unable to see anything else other than that gigantic fiery cloud.

The flames spread to the top of the city like a tidal wave, engulfing the women's wall like a gale, and the roof like a torrential rain. In an instant, the entire city was engulfed by the flames.

Fang Cheng was bathed in flames, burning inch by inch as if he had fallen into purgatory.

The sounds of wailing ghosts and howling wolves came from the top of the city as one burning figure after another ran, shouted, struggled, and even fell from the top of the city.

From the ninth level of the Xumi Stage down to the highest, there was not a single wolfwalker that was able to avoid being devoured by the flames, much less resist the burning flames that seemed like maggots attached to their bones.

There were no more wolf hunters in Fang City, only the wailing fire men.

There was no city by the river anymore, only hell surrounded by flames.

The Fang City was in chaos, but the area in front of the Fang City was completely silent.

All of the Thousand-Jue Sect disciples were dumbstruck. They stood there in a daze, watching this unbelievable scene. They forgot to speak and forgot to move.

She stood there quietly, but no one dared to come within ten steps of her, not even disciples of the Thousand-Jue Sect.

The way they looked at Wei Xiangzi was as if they were looking at a Shura. They were afraid that if they got too close, they would lose their lives.

The three pro-disciples, Lin Yi, Xu Kui, and the other pro-disciples were suddenly at a loss. There was no trace of the arrogance they had before. Instead, there was only a deep sense of fear.

The fire lasted two quarters of an hour.

Two to three hundred wolf marchers were killed in the city. Only a few of them were at the eighth or ninth stage and were barely able to survive. However, their bodies were charred and they didn't even have the strength to run away, much less fight.

Wei Nianshi retracted his hand.

Thus the wind stopped blowing, the river sand rested, the cloak was quiet, and the long hair fell on the shoulders.

She turned, eyes downcast as she turned her back to Fang Cheng. Everyone watched as she left, not even looking at him once.

Lin Yi muttered in a daze, "Is this the power of the Fire God's bloodline? "This …"

Xu Kui gripped his sword tightly, but he couldn't raise it up no matter what. He held it in for a while before saying, "Seventh level of the Xumi Stage. Killing ninth grade is like slaughtering a dog …"

He did not continue, because they were also in the ninth level of the Xumi Stage. In this massive fire, even a ninth level Xumi Stage wolfwalker couldn't fight back, much less them.

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