The flames of Venus Dawn ignited the rubble and spread through the entire area.

The demonkin rushing over through the corridor were swept into the blaze; those at the front were either killed or injured. Many of the survivors were also drowned in the intense flames of Venus Dawn. As veterans, the remaining men took immediate action after getting through the first wave. A large wave of demonic energy swept forward in an attempt to control and extinguish the flames.

Brock let out a muffled groan, sending more demonic energy through the chamber and extinguishing the flames like a raging tidal wave.

Qianye glanced at his surroundings contemplatively and at the broken cabin walls above.

“What are you planning again?” the duke asked cautiously.

“I was thinking that Venus Dawn is useful, but its flames are a bit weak. Next time, I should imitate the solar winds when I produce grenades. The effects will probably be better.”

The raging origin flames looked powerful, but burning required time to cause damage. The solar winds also contained fire, but the extreme temperatures and impact caused damage at the same time. It was much more destructive than an explosion followed by slow fire.

Qianye’s plan made sense, but this kind of distraction in battle was almost a form of disdain. A furious Brock slashed at Qianye and the latter simply raised his blade to lock down his attack trajectory.

Brock’s attack froze mid-slash and split off a single sword shadow. The image brushed past East Peak’s interception and slashed Qianye’s body.

This single sword shadow managed to elicit a muffled groan from Qianye as he took a step back from the impact....