Several streaks of fire shot up from the hidden spots in the surrounding mountains, instantly interweaving and then, like the Milky Way of the Nine Heavens, rolling back down.
Endless flames instantly engulfed this range, as if it had suddenly transformed into a hundred-mile Flame Mountain.
Within the flames, a Phoenix soared up, elegantly dancing, and with the sound of its cry, it dove toward a group of the Barbarian Tribe.
The eyes of the five barbarian men and women were filled with flames as if they were in Purgatory, the intense heat assaulting them, threatening to burn their bodies and melt their souls!
A trap!
The leader, Vaelor Boyd, shouted loudly, a burst of Golden Light erupting from him. At the same time, the cap of the black gourd he carried on his back suddenly opened, and black water spewed out.
The black water, upon touching the flames, created a surge of steam, temporarily fending off the onslaught of fire.
"It's a trap, retreat quickly!"
