Not only Mr. Hui, but others were also affected.
The scorching fire rain surged and attacked others as well.
A layer of earth and stone condensed on Shi Tou's body, Hao Zi dodged in an eerie manner, and those several people in black employed various means to fend off the continuous firelight.
This is a Third Grade fire rain, very powerful.
Mo Hua was aware early on, knowing he couldn't resist, so he hid behind those two tall black-robed cultivators.
The two black-robed cultivators remained immovable in the fire rain, like two small mountains.
When the fire rain stopped and the smoke dispersed, Mo Hua finally poked his head out.
In front of the corridor, Mr. Hui and the few others hit by the fire rain looked somewhat embarrassed.
The robes of the four black-robed cultivators also had some burnt spots.
Mr. Hui withdrew his earth shield and took a deep breath, clearly dealing with this fire rain wasn't easy at all.
