The tongues of fire licked the collapsed and decaying wooden slats, charred black and bright red, two vivid colors that kept vibrating, weaving and interlacing in the field of vision.

Xia Houyan felt burning and suffocating at the same time.

How did this all happen?

Not sure.

The world seemed to go back to the days when he had just traveled through time. Xia Houyan felt that his mind was confused and his memory was extremely chaotic.

He only vaguely remembered that he was standing on the rooftop of the Horned Eagle Manor just now, watching the enemy cavalry charging formation, holding on to the wall and giving instructions with Master Lowry on the passionate words of Jiangshan;

But then, the two magicians felt the violent elemental fluctuations in the air...

Before they had time to react, everything was turned upside down with a thunderous sound, and their memories were completely broken...

Elemental fluctuations...

Xia Houyan shook his head, gritted his teeth and sat up from the ground: when he supported the ground with his hands, he clearly felt that even the soil mixed with ashes under him was completely hot.

He surveyed his surroundings:

Rubbles, wooden slats and collapsed red bricks together built up a small arched space; wisps of flames jumped and rose in the gaps between these collapsed objects, constantly spitting out smoke, high temperature and embers.

There is no doubt that this is a hole formed under the ruins of a building——

——Or to be more precise, the so-called "building" refers to the Horned Eagle Manor which was just built a few days ago.

Because just in the corner of the field of vision, under the half-burned beam, Xia Houyan found an extremely familiar bed crossbow arm with demon-style carvings - he had shown great power before, shooting "Molo"

The bed crossbow of "Tov Rocket" has obviously been torn into pieces in the shock wave of the explosion like Lego bricks taken apart by a naughty child.

"Mother Xipi, the war hasn't started yet, and my house collapsed..." The lord gritted his teeth and pinched his eyebrows.

Although his thoughts were numb, he still roughly figured out the ins and outs of the matter.

This group of mysterious cavalry who attacked Frost Maple Ridge did not attack Green Dam directly as they expected. On the contrary, they adopted a more efficient long-range attack method:

There can only be one explanation for the violent elemental fluctuations in the air and the huge, instantaneous burst of violent destructive power——

——Magic, and it is fire magic.

No one thought that this group of cavalry actually possessed precious magical power!

With the help of Forbidden Magic, Vine Oil and Happy Wind Pig, Shuang Maple Ridge took the upper hand. Now, it seems that the opponent has severely counterattacked an entire army...

However, perhaps due to excessive hypoxia, Xia Houyan did not have any emotional fluctuations in his heart regarding the changes in the battle situation. The only feeling he had was that his brain was dizzy and all his thinking was slow.

But he understood that the current top priority was to find a way to escape from this flaming ruins.

Based on his previous experience, Xia Houyan tried to cover his mouth and nose with his sleeves, but it was of no use: the cloth was not wet at all, so it naturally could not prevent the irritating smoke from pouring into the nasal cavity.

It was even difficult to "stand up": Xia Houyan tried to stand up with his hands on the hot ground, but as soon as he exerted force on his left leg, he felt a heartbreaking pain in his calf.

Painful, he fell to the ground involuntarily.

Broken bones. He endured the pain and judged the extent of his injuries: The fire explosion just now was so violent that he fell from the high rooftop together with countless bricks and rubble...

Such a tragic process, if it didn't result in a comminuted fracture, maybe Mr. Newton would come through time and beat someone.

Xia Houyan gritted his teeth and completely gave up on using his left leg.

He took turns supporting the ground with his elbows and crawled forward bit by bit on the ground.

——The ruins caused by the collapse of a house are generally not airtight. He must find an opening to communicate with the outside world: it may not be big enough for him to escape, but at least it can supply the fresh air he urgently needs now.

In the ruins filled with flames, every inch he moved was extremely painful.

With every move, Xia Houyan's broken leg bone would be pulled, causing twitching pain like playing a string;

He felt that the hair on his head was curling up due to the high temperature, and the oxygen that could be absorbed into the chest became increasingly thinner, causing dizziness like the sky was spinning...

I can't climb any more.

The Lord of Frost Maple Ridge prostrates himself in the center of the fiery ruins, like a piece of Asian copper about to be buried in the earth.

There was silence all around, except for the crackling sound of the burning flames.

The shadow of death became apparent in the increasingly hot air.

Xia Houyan panted and lay on the ground, showing a helpless smile.

Still...can't escape?

After facing death for the second time, my mentality became much calmer...

I just want to take another look at my hometown, my parents, and the beautiful China.

Xia Houyan stretched out his hand tremblingly.

He didn't know why he did this, but everything fell into place.

At least, let me see the gods of my homeland again.

In the ruins where no one needed to be resurrected and only one person was preparing to die, the ancient syllables of resurrection rang out in a low voice.

A familiar black shadow appeared faintly in front of the Lord.

"Boss, take me away." He smiled weakly at Prince Yama, who showed up as promised.

"Get the fuck out of here." Xuying yelled.

Xia Houyan's free and easy expression smiling at death like a revolutionary martyr suddenly froze on his face and became extremely distorted.

Just like a touched Chinese figure who was about to receive an award, he realized before he came on stage that he had read the wrong list and that the award was not for him.

"You..." The lord of Shuangmangling Ridge stared at the phantom of Lord Yama. He was stunned for a long time before he asked dryly, "...so you can talk?"

Xia Houyan saw very clearly that Prince Yama rolled his eyes in an exaggerated manner.

However, Xuying didn't seem to be interested in wasting words with him. He just turned around, pointed his butt towards himself with great pride, and then waved his robe sleeves casually.

The rich gray ghostly magic power surged out from the cuffs of the underworld official, like a thick cumulonimbus cloud, drifting to the top of Xia Houyan's head, slowly sinking, covering his mouth and nose.

Suddenly, clear thoughts returned to my mind, and the air circulating in my nose and trachea no longer had the terrifying burning and suffocating feeling, but was as cool as ice mint.

Xia Houyan lay on the ground, looked at the majestic shadow of Lord Yama and opened his mouth. Before he could say a few polite words, he saw the shadow suddenly shatter into dust and return to nothingness.

At the same time, there was a loud noise of stones and wooden bars rolling down, which made the ground shake in shock.

Then, a familiar and honest voice came muffledly from the outside world through the burning ruins:

"Lord! Lord! Can you hear me, Lord?"
Chapter completed!