The pupils of the senior ice messenger suddenly dilated. She was very familiar with this scene - the scene of the last day of the Five Races' war.
The falling fire clouds were like drumsticks, beating her heart whenever they landed.
She could see that everything within a 50-meter radius around that human being was caught on fire and burned into ashes.
People scrambled or ran blindly while they were on fire, but soon, they still ended up like those Duo Neng race's vehicles, turning into a pile of scrap.
'This male human being is indeed the successor of the talisman civilization!
We have to have him! I have to get him!
As long as we have the talisman technology, we will be able to rebuild our civilization!'
The senior ice messenger clenched her fists tightly while trying to force herself to stay calm. But inside her mind, she screamed as loud as she could.
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