"Can someone who knows explain it? Is this soul fire very strong?"

"Let me tell you this! The power of this soul fire is a hundred times that of the magma fire!"

"Damn! That's so scary! Doesn't that mean this goblin is doomed?"

"Don't use questions! The moment he was touched by this flame, he was already dead!"

In the square, Falstad covered his butt.

Bright red blood flowed out from between his fingers.

Muradin glanced at him and said, "If you let the wound go any further, I think your eye will be ruined."

"Hahaha, it doesn't matter! I'm happy! What did I say? This Doom is a silver-level hero! He possesses many more methods than a bronze-level warrior!"

Falstad said triumphantly, "Soul Fire! This is the legendary flame! The fate of this goblin is beyond doubt!"

Priscilla gritted her teeth, "Impossible! I don't believe it! My husband will definitely be fine!"

Falstad raised the corner of his mouth, his face full of pride:

"Haha! Priscilla! I hope you can face reality!"

"Your husband will soon turn to ashes!"

"Goblins are goblins! Such a lowly race doesn't deserve to live!"

Priscilla clenched the hammer angrily, "Say that again!"

"Goblins don't deserve to live!" Falstad repeated with a sneer.

"Alright! Stop arguing!" Muradin glanced at Falstad. "As an elder, why are you arguing with a child? And where did this goblin die?"

"How can she be called a child... Wait! What did you say? Goblin..."

Falstad was stunned for a moment, then suddenly reacted and quickly looked up at the sky.

The image on the sky made the emotion in his eyes completely replaced by fear.

This, this is impossible!