This strike contained almost all the power Chen Sheng could currently muster.
Vast crimson flames, like an inverted sea of blood, blotted out the sun as the searing fire enveloped the land.
They condensed into countless churning, twisting serpents of fire, instantly engulfing the space within a radius of hundreds of feet.
Monk Kongxu and the solemn Vajra Dharma Aspect behind him were also completely covered by this furious sea of fire.
The scorching heat violently distorted the air, and the entire view became a shimmering haze, as if space itself was wailing as it burned.
Monk Kongxu's heart suddenly clenched, and a chill of horror shot down his spine.
Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately tried to retreat to evade this heaven-scorching, sea-boiling strike.
In their brief exchange moments ago, Monk Kongxu had already gotten a taste of the bizarre and tyrannical nature of those crimson flames.
