The fiery clouds churned across the sky, dyeing the whole valley a blazing orange-red.
In the valley, Ran Tu had also turned into a man of fire.
His skin was charred and cracked, flames seemed to be seeping out from the gaps between his bones, the breath spurting from his mouth and nose carried sparks, tiny tongues of flame leaked from his ears, and even in those tiger-like eyes, it was as if two clusters of fire were burning.
Tribulation fire seared him from inside out and outside in, soaking every inch of flesh, every bone, every strand of Soul in scorching heat.
That kind of pain was enough to make even the most iron-willed person scream in agony.
But Ran Tu did not.
Even with his body and Soul enduring the roasting of tribulation fire, he forced himself to stand firm by sheer iron Will, standing in place like a stone statue, his back forever ramrod straight.
