Furthermore, the flames coming out of the burning tree were not the usual red or green color.
Instead, they were light purple with countless scarlet and pale white spots of light.
The smoke that was spewing out also carried a pungent sour smell.
When Meng Chao smelled it, he felt as if there were two bone-scraping steel knives stabbing his brain through his nose, ruthlessly scraping against the inner wall of his skull.
The wolves in the wolf cavalry were also badly burnt and torn apart by the sudden shock wave. They were either dead or injured.
Even if they were lucky and did not injure any vital parts, they were still scared out of their wits. They had turned from ferocious beasts into frightened birds.
A strong sour smell surged into the noses of the wolves, scaring the beasts even more. They let out sharp and shrill wails.
A few war wolves' limbs went limp, curling up on the ground and shivering.