Less than twenty minutes after the air raid, the northern urban area of Qing Shi County had already turned into a sea of fire.
The survivors from the northern suburbs of Qingquan City seemed to have tampered with their fortifications; the aircraft, their propellers spinning wildly, strafed the rooftops of buildings, and soon, the buildings flared up like lighters.
Fire was everywhere in the city.
The scorching heatwave and thick smoke completely blocked their retreat to the south.
Woken by the earth-shattering explosions, Lord Shiya had just gotten out of bed when he received the command from the messenger— he was to immediately lead his men to fight the fire.
It was an order directly from Lord Shiya, and he dared not delay. He quickly called over his men who were firing rifles into the air and rushed towards the fires in the south.
However, to his surprise, just as he and his men hurriedly arrived at the scene, an airplane crashed right before his eyes.