C3596 Retreat in a Sorry State

Red as fire, but no temperature. The worker reflexively avoided it, but he did not avoid it. The red touched the worker's wrist, and in the next second, a shrill scream came out of the worker's mouth, and it echoed throughout the street in an instant.

"Be careful - -" He closed his eyes and looked at the world as he swung his saber. The saber flashed through the air