"Ugh, ugh …"
Dizziness and nausea hit him.
When Eight-cloud Ink opened his eyes again, he found himself in midair.
The clouds around him were rapidly flying downward.
The feeling of weightlessness and the howling hurricane constantly stimulated Eight-cloud Ink's nerves.
Wait, below?
The burst of demonic power stopped him, and then Eight-cloud Ink found that he was falling headfirst to the ground.
After adjusting his body, Eight-cloud Ink began to observe the surroundings.
Looking at the sky, it was evening.
The sun was setting, and the shadows of the buildings were gradually elongated.
Looking at the entire city from the sky, Eight-cloud Ink found that the scene on the ground was a bit different from what he remembered of Heavenly Palace City.
"Ugh … it was five years ago after all."
"Then, where is Koichi?"
Looking around, he didn't find Koichi Origami.
At this moment —
In the city below, a sharp alarm sounded.
"Space-? Hmm? No! "
At first, he thought it was a space-, but then Eight-cloud Ink found out that it was a fire alarm.
Below, on the streets of Heavenly Palace City, fire trucks and ambulances were speeding on the streets with sirens blaring.
At the same time, a heatwave came from not far away.
In that direction, a large number of streets and buildings were already in a sea of fire.
The heatwave set off by the soaring flames covered the evening sky with smoke and dust, dyeing the originally fiery red sky into a terrifying blood red color.
Thick smoke billowed, covering the sky and the sun.
The sound of flames burning, the sound of buildings collapsing, and the screams of people intertwined, as shocking as hell.
"This fire … it's almost on the same scale as when Meihong set herself on fire for fun."
Sighing, Eight-cloud Ink flew in the direction of the fire.
After releasing a demonic power barrier to block the smoke and dust from the outside world, Eight-cloud Ink stood in the air at the scene of the fire.
Because the fire was too big and the smoke and dust filled the sky, the people below couldn't find him.
"According to what I know, this fire was caused by Kotori's spiritual power going berserk …"
Thinking of this, Eight-cloud Ink began to look for Kotori in the sea of fire below.
With the eyesight of a demon, the fire was naturally unable to obstruct his vision.
However, Eight-cloud Ink was unable to locate Kotori due to the chaos in the crowd and the spread of the flames.
However, during the process of searching for Kotori, Eight-cloud Ink's heart sank when they saw the tragic fate of the ordinary people in the sea of flames.
Even if he wasn't the one who caused this disaster, Eight-cloud Ink felt that it should do something.
Rather than searching for Kotori or Phantom, it was better to save as many people as possible.
When Eight-cloud Ink saw the ordinary people running around begging for their lives, it threw aside its original purpose of transmigrating to look for Phantom.
Eight-cloud Ink was a monster now, not a human.
However, just because he was no longer a human being but a monster, would he just stand by and do his own thing when others were in despair and he had the ability to save them?
Humans would lend a helping hand to other animals when they were in danger, let alone him, who was much stronger than ordinary humans.
Being strong didn't mean that one was strong just because they had power.
The so-called strong who treated ordinary people as ants and didn't care about other people's lives mostly didn't have a good ending.
Eight-cloud Ink closed his eyes and opened them again. He made a decision.
[Phantom can be found at any time. If he doesn't save these people now, they will really die.]
However, since he had decided to save them, what should he do?
He was a demon, not a dragon king.
He wasn't the Rain God, nor was he Xiao Jingteng.
He would not be like a certain "demon" who had been praised to the heavens by God Luo. If he said the east wind would come, the east wind would come, and if he said it would rain, it would definitely rain.
Then …
Although Heavenly Palace City was close to the coast, it was still some distance away from the sea.
It was impossible to draw water from the sea to put out the fire.
As for using the Kamehameha Qigong like a certain perverted old man who liked to carry a turtle shell on his back … Ptui, I meant to put out the fire and blast a huge hole in his disciple's castle and the mountain behind it. Yakumo Mo didn't even think about it before eliminating the possibility.
If he did that, the people below would either be burned to death or beaten to death by him.
So, what should he do?
Eight-cloud Ink accidentally saw a fire hydrant on the street.
"Ha! I hope the fire safety facilities in this city didn't cut corners. "
Aiming at the fire hydrant, Eight-cloud Ink fired a magic cannon and directly blasted it to pieces.
Then, a column of water rose to the sky.
"Not enough …"
Eight-cloud Ink began to fly rapidly over the sea of fire, destroying all the fire hydrants in this area.
Then, it flew over the center of the sea of fire.
"Get up —!!!!"
The vortex formed by the surging demon power released by his hands produced a huge suction force. Then, Eight-cloud Ink aimed this force at the underground water spewing out everywhere in the sea of fire.
"Boom —!!"
The underground water, which had formed a "fountain" because of the water pressure, gushed out more rapidly under the deliberate guidance of Eight-cloud Ink.
Even the surrounding streets cracked, and then more water gushed out from the ground.
Under the deliberate control of Eight-cloud Ink, the water condensed in the sky and finally fell like a torrential rain.
Especially in the areas where the fire was serious, Eight-cloud Ink specially took care of it and dropped more water.
At the same time, Eight-cloud Ink began to spread out its mental power to control the fire and prevent it from spreading.
Fortunately, although these flames were caused by Kotori's inability to control the power of the elf, they were still within the scope of ordinary flames.
With the help of Eight-cloud Ink, the fire finally began to reduce.
In some places where the disaster was not too serious, the fire had been completely extinguished.
Although the people on the ground were puzzled by this sudden situation and did not understand why the fire hydrants on the street exploded, most of them who survived knelt on the ground and cried tears of joy.
(PS: This method of putting out the fire is certainly worthy of ridicule — the simplest point is that many modern industrial products can't be put out with water after they catch fire. But if you dwell on this point, won't you become a ⑨?)
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Fantasy Village.
Seeing Eight-cloud Ink working hard to put out the fire, Yukari smiled with satisfaction.
"You have a good brother. It's rare that you can still have some compassion for the weak at this level …"
Cui Xiang raised her head and drank a mouthful of wine as she said faintly.
As a Ghost, although they were warlike and respected the strong, they would not completely ignore the weak.
Therefore, Cui Xiang secretly nodded at Eight-cloud Ink's actions.
"Ah, our brother is of course the best!"
"My dear, you're the best!!"
Narako clasped her hands together and felt proud.
Behind them, Azura was quietly knitting a fox fur feather coat with a gentle smile.
"Ah —!"
Haku, who was lying at Azura's feet, cried.
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"Phew … the fire is temporarily extinguished …"
Seeing that only a few places were still burning, Eight-cloud Ink breathed a sigh of relief.
"Well then, let's see if we can still find Phantom."
Thinking of this, suddenly there was a roar in the distant sky.
"Hmm?"
Eight-cloud Ink turned to look.
There, in the sky.
Origami was holding a beam saber and fighting fiercely with a mosaic figure.
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