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But they couldn't burn the house down with the sky, and there were the children in it, and if they couldn't be saved, everything they did would be useless.

The fire at the door was still burning, Faang Jiming stared at the Cyan Knife in his hands.

The walls here were also made of clay. Although they were sturdy, they were unable to withstand his blade.

Faang Jiming circled around the house