"Crash!"
In the eyes of the trio of Dragon, Tiger, and Leopard, there was only an upsurge of flames rushing to the sky, oblivious to anything else. The magnificent flames soared hundreds of feet, reaching into the sky, instantly engulfing the circle formed by the Thousand Layers of Illusion.
"Bang!"
Ye Qingfeng supported the sky with one palm, feet planted firmly on the ground, his gaze indifferent.
"Whoosh!"
A figure shot out from the pillar of fire, with sparks dotting his clothes, in extreme disarray—it was Shangchuan Duantian.
If he hadn't sensed danger and protected himself with robust spiritual power in an instant, rushing to the edge of the fire pillar, he might have been entirely engulfed by flames.
"Where did this guy get such a large-scale fire attack from? Could he be a master of magic? Or a flame superpower user? How is this possible?"
Shangchuan Duantian retreated again and again in the sky, unable to stop the horror in his heart.
