As if a forbidden flame curse had descended, the very void itself started to distort under the scorching heat.
Leonard Churchill watched with his own eyes as a Seventh Order Commander clad in Relic Level armor, once entwined by the firebird, was burned alive along with his armor into a pool of molten metal!
One by one, regardless of Seventh or Eighth Rank, whether in magic robes or armor, it was only a matter of how long they could hold out.
Eventually, they all turned into piles of ashes.
"Holy shit..."
Leonard Churchill and the rest of the onlookers couldn't help but swallow hard at the sight.
If Elder Clinton hadn't warned them just now, they might have continued to watch and met the same fate.
Indeed, the old man proved reliable at the crucial moment.
After this battle, even those like Bonnie, who were unaware of the elder's prestigious identity, felt a newfound respect for him.
