Apart from the corrosion, the temperature of the flame is extremely high, as evident from the lava splattering onto the ground.
The ground beneath Ning Fan's feet began to sizzle and smoke, as the flame flowed and softened the surface like asphalt, turning into golden magma.
With the spiritual energy protecting him, apart from the scorching heat, Ning Fan was not in any life-threatening danger.
"This must be the signature skill of the Western Dragon Clan—Dragon Flame. But why does it feel like spit to me?"
Ning Fan suddenly thought of this.
Imagining himself enveloped in a mass of spit, Ning Fan instantly overcame his fear of the Black Dragon.
Actually, it wasn't fear; it was just a momentary lapse of composure.
Who would have thought that this supposedly dead Black Dragon would come back to life and spit "phlegm" at Ning Fan?
"Pah! That's freaking disgusting."
Even though he switched to internal breathing, Ning Fan could seem to smell a stench.
