The temple collapsed.
In that moment when everyone thought no chance of survival remained.
Two figures rushed out from the flames.
Xiao Wu carried Xiao Xi on his back, with Ye Qichi at his side, both of them dashing out.
Both were covered in raging fire.
After the two of them burst out, they quickly rolled on the ground to put the fire out.
Seeing them, the others went from grief to being moved to excitement, quickly using their clothes to slap out the flames on their bodies.
Soon.
The fire on the three of them was extinguished.
Once extinguished, at that moment, Ye Qichi, Xiao Wu, and Xiao Xi, all three lay on the ground, exhausted, unmoving, resting.
Deeply resting.
The others did not disturb them.
They just watched tensely as they lay on the ground, gasping for breath.
In the distance.
Xiao Jinxing's expression shifted subtly, but he was deliberately controlling it.
Ye Qichi, after all, did not bring calamity to Xiao Wu.
His eyes flickered slightly.
