When the solidified fire oil was taken out of the iron refining furnace, it was only the size of a fist.
Although it appeared solid, a gentle force could liquify it.
Xia Hong wasn't sure how many deceitful monsters one portion of solidified fire oil could kill, but he knew for certain that it wouldn't be enough to test on all the five to six hundred people in front of him.
While Xia Hong's mind was racing with thoughts, the stream of people rushing out of the room already reached the five of them.
The problem was, some of these people were real, and some were not, making it impossible to guard against.
The issue was that even the real ones were indistinguishable from the fake; they only knew to run towards the five of them, trying to hide behind them.
