The fire started by the Destruction Race people had completely gone out. On the battlefield, except for a few scorched corpses, it was as if no trace of its existence had ever been there.
However, just when some people thought he was dead and were ready to mock his overestimation of his abilities, those battling Celestial Dragon Race people suddenly paused for a moment, looking towards where the Destruction Race person had disappeared.
It was the place where he was slapped dead by the Gorging Giant Beast, and where he turned into flames that went out.
Whether by coincidence or his own choice, at the last moment, he returned to the starting point.
On that piece of ground was a small pile of inconspicuous ashes, and a gust of breeze blew from somewhere, scattering the ashes.
The ashes floated along the direction of the breeze, swaying and swirling, turning into a low dusty tornado.
In the blink of an eye, the dusty tornado exploded outward, golden light blossoming at its center.
