The power of the pale flames was beyond everyone's expectations.
Even the Thirteenth Young Master was stunned; he never thought his attack would also be neutralized.
"Damn it, what the hell are those flames? Why can those people go in?"
He stared at Lin Xuan's back, eyes filled with cold light.
"Young Master, this should be an array."
Beside him, Elder Qingyun also had a grave expression, but the old man had not yet figured out how to break it.
Upon hearing this, the Thirteenth Young Master's face darkened, which wasn't good news for him.
If they couldn't break the array, charging through could be even more dangerous.
Because from before, it was known that the path ahead was filled with pale flames, which were terrifying—possibly, even a Seventh Layer Venerable couldn't withstand them.
Hence, unless absolutely necessary, the Thirteenth Young Master didn't want to suffer an assault from those flames.
