The noisy shouts that were isolated by the iron gate roared into Turs and their ears.

Smoke and fire, wails and laughter.

Hundreds of slaves were constantly destroying and beating the corpses of the guards who had abused them, as if they were frantically venting their pain.

There were many slaves chasing the embarrassed guards at all costs, using their hands, legs, and even their teeth!

His face was full of madness, and he looked as if he was trying to devour the guards alive!

It looked like the evil god had sent down divine punishment here.

In the suffocating atmosphere, young people say:

"see it?"

"These people, they chose to live."

Turs suddenly felt cold all over, and he understood the young man's words.

This man is a devil who sets fire.

And this fire is not just lit between buildings...

That fire.
Chapter completed!