"Die."
Ethan Smith, like a demon god, trod upon the air above, with a huge Fire Dragon violently sweeping out from behind him.
The many Demon Cultivators encircling the altar were instantly burned into charcoal.
A few with substantial Demonic Qi managed to hold on for a few more seconds but couldn't withstand the fierce flames.
They were burned into ash in an instant, and as the Fire Dragon passed by Rosie Lowe and the others,
it did not harm them in any way. Rosie Lowe and her companions had closed their eyes, waiting for death.
"Ethan Smith!"
She cried out uncontrollably, her voice even carried a sobbing tone.
Keep in mind, she was also a True Saint Sixth Rank cultivator, and at this realm, one usually has a steadfast heart.
It was unexpected to see such a loss of composure, which indicated the immense shock the Demon Cultivators had caused her.
And in that blaze, that old Demon Clan man held a Bone Staff,