Outside the dark-red palace, in the vast underground area between the main hall and the towering stone gate sealed with blue light, Chen Fei stood with an indifferent expression. His body surged with terrifying spiritual energy fluctuations, a power unimaginable and unbelievable to outsiders. Between his fingers, the frighteningly hot Sanyang True Fire transformed into strands of Flame Serpents that coiled around his fingertips, creating an astonishingly powerful visual impact.
Meanwhile, Hales confronted him from a short distance away. His eyes were cold as he glared at Chen Fei, his mouth no longer spouting nonsense. However, anyone could see a majestic aura of radiant energy transforming into a sphere of holy light. It gradually flowed over his aged body like water, finally concentrating on his fists.
