Time returned to the present.

Kang Village's forces had suffered heavy casualties.

Si, watching from the shadows, felt his eyes nearly burst with rage.

He had never imagined that Han Yi could truly summon celestial fire from the heavens like a deity.

Not only had the plan to surround and kill Han Yi failed utterly, but Zhu Village, where Si had lived and grown since childhood, had been nearly destroyed in the chaos. Countless familiar faces were now nothing more than broken, charred corpses.

Fury, jealousy, resentment… a torrent of emotions surged through him and coalesced into a single, all-consuming thought.

Kill him. Kill him.

In the vast darkness of night, Han Yi had vanished completely.

But Si had served as High Priest...