"My child is dying, help, help!"
"I'm burning up, save me, save me..."
"Help, help, waaaah..."
......
At the Wushuang Giant Stone Camp, on the largest open space, a throng of people gathered, filling the area with desperate cries for help. From time to time, there were bursts of flames, followed by intense screams and wails of pain.
From their clothing, it was clear these people had fled from the Hanqiong side.
They were divided into three groups, with the largest covering the right side, occupying about ninety percent of the total, while the left and middle groups were smaller, totaling about sixteen or seventeen hundred people.
Though the scene was extremely chaotic, upon closer inspection, one could see that the people in these three groups were not randomly jumbled together, maintaining a distance of over one meter from each other.
