Li Zhiyuan: "The lamp is out."
As soon as the words were spoken, the amber hue enveloping the surroundings began to burn, quickly becoming ephemeral.
Zhao Lu Hai, who had just repaired his body and stepped out of the cover, only managed to take this step; the next step, he could never take.
Not only could his body not move, but even the foremost foot began to catch fire.
Zhao Lu Hai: "This... How is this possible?"
Deep below, those ancestors of the Zhao family, who were almost all missing arms or legs, plunged into madness upon discovering that they too were catching fire.
Some shouted, some roared, some cried... some knelt and kowtowed, not knowing whether they were pleading for the heavens' blessing or their ancestors' blessing.
Everything here, even their existence, was built upon that flame flickering atop Zhao Wuyang's head.
The extinguishing of the flame marked the end of their dream of immortality.
Zhao Lu Hai: "Why... How could this happen?"
