I have a city in another world

The Flame Wizard's feelings could no longer be described as mere fear, but rather as a sense of impending doom and despair.

Faced with the constantly spewing flames, he originally thought he could break free and control the situation, and then launch a counterattack against the enemy.

Use their own methods against them, and make the enemy pay a heavy price.

But when he came into contact with the flames, a warning arose from the depths of his soul, telling him that this was definitely not something he could control.

The high-level cultivator, skilled in controlling and nurturing fire, was chased by the flames and forced to flee in a sorry state, even suffering burns and scorching.

The raging flame wizard, who was desperately trying to escape, finally realized that he had encountered a true master.

Their prized fire control techniques were utterly insignificant in front of their opponent, easily crushed into dust.

Only today did I realize that there are always people more capable than me, and heavens beyond heavens.

The Wrathful Flame Wizard knew very well that if he didn't resolve this situation and just kept running away and hiding, he would eventually be burned to ashes by the flames.

He racked his brains for a solution, but found that there was nothing he could do. The vast difference in their strength and realm eliminated any possibility of taking shortcuts.

Without real skill, one would likely face certain death in this contest of strength.

The Wrathful Wizard was decisive; realizing the situation was not right, he shouted for surrender without hesitation.

At this point, saving face was no longer an option; nothing was more important than life.

The thing I fear most is that I'm willing to sacrifice my pride, but I can't get the peace I want in return.

As expected, when he asked the other party to go easy on him, he received no response.

The spewing lava and flames only grew denser and fiercer, showing no signs of stopping.

Damn it, they're clearly trying to burn him alive!

The Wrathful Wizard gritted his teeth, his heart filled with extreme panic. As he continued to flee, he shouted loudly, his tone and attitude changing from tough to pleading.

He knew in his heart that his attitude was wrong, and if he wanted to beg for mercy to save his life, he had to lower his stance to the lowest possible level.

At this point, if one still hesitates, then one truly deserves to die.

Sure enough, after only a few shouts, the Flame Wizard sensed a change, and the flames he spewed were no longer so fierce and intense.

A slight surge of joy filled his heart, and ignoring the expressions of the onlookers, the Wrathful Flame Wizard once again begged for mercy in a pitiful voice.

The flames continued to weaken, which relieved him slightly. He then unleashed his full power and rushed towards a gap in the fire.

He had tried to escape earlier, but was blocked by the flames and was stuck in one place, wandering around aimlessly.

If he could escape, he would have run away long ago; how could he have stayed until now?

But just as he was escaping, the flames ahead erupted again, even more rapidly and fiercely than before.

The raging flame wizard, who was trying to escape, felt a chill in his heart and retreated without hesitation.

If you're even a fraction of a second slower, you'll be engulfed in flames.

The precious robe, which was said to be impervious to flames, was charred and almost burned his body.

Having narrowly escaped death, the Wrathful Wizard no longer dared to harbor any illusions and continued to loudly beg for mercy from Olivia.

Although he seriously doubted that the attack was actually carried out by this wizard apprentice, Olivia was the only person he could communicate with at that moment.

However, this time begging for mercy did not have an immediate effect, and instead, things returned to the initial state.

The Wrathful Flame Wizard knew that the other party was punishing him, making him pay the price for his actions.

He secretly regretted that he had acted too cleverly and made the situation worse.

Even if they do escape, it might not be a good thing; it could leave behind more hidden dangers.

Once inside a secret realm, where can one escape to?

If they abandon the secret realm and flee to the outside world to survive, they might be able to temporarily avoid this calamity.

However, the accumulated wealth was destined to vanish, causing years of hard work to go to waste.

Such a heavy price was simply unbearable for the Wrathful Flame Wizard.

At this point, he had no way out; if he didn't want to die, he could only beg for mercy and surrender. However, this time, he had to be even more humble.

They were being taken advantage of just now, so now they have to bend their backs even lower, almost touching their faces to the ground.

At this moment, I no longer care about the expressions or thoughts of the onlookers.

Preserving one's life is the only thing to do.

After being scorched by the flames several more times and becoming a wretched sight, the flames finally subsided once more.

"Fortunately, if this had continued, I would have surely died!"

The Wrathful Flame Wizard breathed a sigh of relief and dared not entertain any further thoughts. Instead, he obediently stood in a safe place.

When she looked at Olivia again, her condescending attitude was gone, replaced by a hint of humility and ingratiation.

That's just how reality is. When facing a strong opponent, you must adopt a humble attitude, or you'll only be asking for trouble.

Even if the truth is as he thinks, that Olivia is just a spokesperson, he still has to maintain respect.

The flames abruptly stopped, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of sulfur.

Upon smelling this aroma, the Wrathful Wizard considered a possibility, and his heart grew even more shocked.

If he wasn't mistaken, the flames that had just been spewed out likely came from the depths of hell.

That kind of abyssal demonic fire poses a deadly threat to living beings; once burned by the flames, it will produce various negative effects.

Although the Abyssal Demon Fire is powerful, bringing it to the human world is by no means an easy task.

Realizing this, the Wrathful Flame Wizard quickly checked himself and indeed found wisps of strange energy lurking and wandering within his meridians.

Strange runes appeared on the burned skin, as if it were extremely afraid of light.

Once exposed to light, it causes an intense, itchy, and painful sensation.

The thought of being ambushed and attacked without warning made the Wrathful Flame Wizard even more wary.

Although he was angry, his attitude became even more respectful.

The once noisy environment was now completely silent, the quietness almost oppressive.

However, the explorers present tacitly remained silent, and no one dared to make a sound.

Olivia, who had been silent all along, once again became the protagonist, and many eyes were focused on her.

"What are you going to say this time?"

It was still that hoarse voice, with a hint of timidity, but now it carried an undeniable air of authority.

Everyone had the feeling that this girl had grown up in a short period of time.

Even when facing a fearsome high-level cultivator with great strength, he can still converse calmly.

The Wrathful Flame Wizard lowered his brows, but decisively answered Olivia's question.

"They deserve to die!"

His tone was calm and composed, as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him, rather than the lives of more than twenty explorers.

For the Wrathful Flame Wizard, those explorers who used his name to commit plunder and extortion deserved to die.

However, as a member of the Wrathful Flame organization, anyone who dares to lay a hand on him is tantamount to losing face.

Regardless of whether he did something right or wrong, he had to uphold it; right was right, and wrong was also right.

However, such domineering behavior must be selective about the target. If the opponent is stronger than you, it is not shameful to obediently compromise and admit defeat.

The Wrathful Flame Wizard was indeed filled with rage, but not because he blamed Olivia for killing them; rather, he hated these bastards for bringing trouble upon him.

If he had a choice, he would even kill these greedy beasts first to avoid bringing trouble upon himself.

At the same time, he silently prayed that he could escape this calamity, even if it meant paying a heavy price. (End of Chapter)