A surging explosion of fire blasted away the darkness, tearing a gruesome scar across the jet-black curtain of the barrier. It bloomed in the air like a pale firework, illuminating the manor as bright as day.
The sea of fire roiled, burning with a blinding intensity.
The scorching flames instantly engulfed the swarm of bats in the air. Most were obliterated by the explosive shockwave, leaving no trace behind. The bats lucky enough to survive, or those left half-dead, were set ablaze. They shrieked and fled in the ultimate agony of their souls burning. Soon, the Cyan Flame incinerated their spiritual will, and their bodies lost all momentum. One by one, they plummeted from the sky, transforming into a downpour of fiery rain.
Illuminated by the blaze, Zhou Chen clearly saw the scene in the rear garden.
