Seeing this, I immediately pounced, quickly grabbed the hands of the two of them, and dragged them out.

At this time, the flames in the room could no longer be stopped.

The yellow talisman I slapped on the window spontaneously combusted and turned into a puddle of fly ash.

Without my interference, the black clouds in mid-air gradually dissipated.

The dense drizzle around it also disappeared completely.

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