Everyone watched through the crystal ball as the entire Mingyu Immortal Market transformed into a sea of flames, with over thirty people from the Huashan Sect maneuvering their flying swords, soaring and weaving through the waves of fire.
Some wielded fans, fanning out flames in waves; others poured out fire from gourds like water; yet others tossed Fiery Fire Thunder Pearls in all directions; and some conjured countless Fire Birds and Fire Bulls that ran and soared.
Aside from Ling Hun, Cui Wugu, and Jiang Shu, who saw some clues to what was happening, the younger generation kept looking out.
Outside, the square remained calm. Through the glazed windows, not a single spark of the rampant fire could be seen, only rows of palace lanterns silently glowing; nor was the slightest sound of explosions to be heard.
Yu Xiao couldn't help but ask, "Master Shi, where are they setting fire? Could it be that you've already contained them within this crystal ball?"
