Bi Fang clung to the broken rebar, his arms trembling slightly, and below him was the scorching sun that blazed towards the sky. The violent wind lifted the hem of his clothes, bringing a cold touch, but that chill was quickly baked away by the heat, leaving behind an intense burn.
After the building collapsed, the fire did not extinguish; instead, it spread around like serpents, entwining and climbing over the residential buildings. Looking down from above, it seemed as if a fiery python had burrowed out from the core of the Earth, inch by inch squeezing and twisting its way up the building, determined to crush it to dust.
The fire grew more intense, with temperatures on the top floors reaching fifty or sixty degrees Celsius. Bi Fang felt as if he hung above a furnace, his cold sweat instantly drying.