As bandits, this group had long grown accustomed to death. Even if they themselves were cut down, they would only feel some fear, but never to this extent.

This kind of visually shocking killing method, brimming with raw savagery, was most favored by the four-armed dragon ape beast among the dragon beasts. Unexpectedly, someone here... was doing the same thing.

Two bandits with weaker mental fortitude even vomited up the food they had eaten not long ago right on the spot.

Fear leads to thoughts of escape.

In the wind and snow, Jack Carter formed a strange seal with both hands, his sinister words carried a casual tone, “Postnatal Dragon Art, Great Fireball.”

A mass of searing flames, about the size of a bathtub, instantly ignited the nearest bandit.

“Ah—!”

The bandit engulfed in flames let out a miserable scream, falling to the ground and rolling desperately, trying to extinguish the fire. But this fire seemed different from ordinary flames—no matter how he struggled, he simply couldn’t put it out. Instead, the surrounding snowflakes that touched the fire... also began to burn!

That’s right! The snowflakes, which should have melted into steam upon contact with fire, actually started burning after touching Jack Carter’s flames!

Two bandits tried to save their companion, hurriedly taking off their clothes and rushing forward to beat at the burning bandit. But as soon as their clothes touched the flames, they immediately caught fire, and the flames raced up their sleeves to their hands in an instant.

That’s right! Their hands began to burn! The fire on their hands instantly spread up their arms, and in the next moment, their entire bodies!

Two more strange screams rang out. The two bandits who tried to help their companion also started rolling on the ground. One of them, unable to bear the pain of burning, forced himself to stand up and ran toward a water vat in front of a nearby wooden hut.

Splash! The bandit jumped into the water vat, and his fear immediately lessened. Normally, no matter how fierce the fire, it would be extinguished if submerged in a vat of water.

But this time! The principle of water extinguishing fire was completely overturned. As the burning bandit jumped into the vat, before he could even catch his breath, he found the water around him... was burning...

That’s right! The water that should have put out the fire, upon contact with the flames on his body, began to burn excitedly, instantly turning into a huge pillar of fire as if it had become kerosene.

“Ah! How can this be...”

The bandit struggled desperately to get out of the vat. Just as he opened his mouth to call for help, a scorching flame shot into his mouth and burned his vocal cords to a crisp.

In the next instant, flames began to spurt from all seven orifices of the burning bandit. His body went limp and collapsed back into the vat, sinking beneath the water, never to make another sound. Only the smell of scorched flesh, carried by the fierce northern wind, drifted into everyone’s lungs.

This is... the power of Matthew Carter!

The bandits who had just thought of escaping now remembered that the reason they attacked William Clark was because a Matthew Carter had ordered them to. If they didn’t attack, there would only be one outcome.

“If you’d like to die by the Great Fireball Art...” Jack Carter shrugged indifferently, “I’d be happy to burn you all to death.”

In front of them was a monster like a dragon beast, behind them stood a Matthew Carter at the pinnacle of the world! The bandits quickly analyzed the situation and once again raised their knives, choosing to obey Matthew Carter’s command.

William Clark’s eyes were bloodshot, like two rubies. Driven by wild instinct, he sensed the fierce hostility of the bandits around him and immediately charged at them. A red streak flashed through the snow, rampaging through the crowd. Every bandit who collided with this red light became a mutilated corpse.

“Jack Carter, did you see that? This is the destructive power of a genius with forty percent innate dragon blood, entering the dark state.” Eric Carter exclaimed wickedly, “He hasn’t cultivated dragon force, doesn’t know how to use dragon arts, hasn’t attached any dragon art sigils to his body, and he’s already this strong. If he enters the black state, or even the true dark state, how powerful would he be? I can’t wait to reincarnate into his shell and seize that invincible power.”

One... two... three... five... ten...

Bandits fell one after another at the hands of William Clark. That demonic dragon state, as if emerging from a hell of carnage, drove the remaining bandits to the peak of terror.

Run! Run! Run!

The bloodthirsty, beast-like slaughter, the helpless deaths of their companions—this overwhelming shock left the surviving bandits unable to delay even a second longer. They threw down their weapons, turned, and fled, desperately trying to escape this village that had become a living hell.

“Deserters?” Jack Carter once again formed that strange dragon seal, and the Great Fireball Art instantly set all the fleeing bandits ablaze.

William Clark lost his targets, his beast-like eyes searching the surroundings, while the rescued villagers stared at William Clark in the snow with terror.

“Brother William Clark...”

Sam Miller wanted to approach William Clark, but was immediately grabbed and held tightly by a middle-aged man, who whispered in Sam Miller’s ear, “Don’t go over there. He’s gone mad now. If you go, he’ll kill you too.”