"This gaseous flames are terrifying." Jin Rou had to admit it. The lamp, once rampaged, could easily kill all the living creatures of this realm, oldest ancestors included. After all, even the three ancestors who ranked at the top of the food chain was helpless against this. They probably might regretting the fact that they let loose the lamp without heeding any advices of the past.
Anyway, it had nothing to do with Jin Rou and was letting the flame ravage everything. Jin Rou continued to watch as everyone in the Dark Clan was being slain. As a matter of fact, even children and old women were helpless against this catastrophe. If there was someone to blame, they should blame their ancestor for making this choice.
Schwal Coffin puked as she watched this grotesque scenes playing one after another. It was unbearable to take for someone soft like her. After puking several times, she asked Jin Rou, "Are you not going to save them? At least, save the children and those old women."