Within the mountain forest.
Flames surged, scorching everything within several dozen meters to nothingness. A massive crater appeared in the ground.
The surroundings looked as though they had been baptized by the apocalypse, ruined and desolate.
Zhou Xingwen's shattered, mangled body fell to the ground, clusters of flame still burning across it before a faint scent of charred flesh spread through the air.
Lan Man's cherry-red lips fell open, and she stood utterly stunned, as though she had yet to emerge from the unimaginable shock before her eyes.
"Lin... Little Brother Lin..."
Only after a long while did she finally manage to open her mouth.
Lin Sheng searched Zhou Xingwen's ruined body before slowly turning around. The blazing flames covering his entire body streamed back into him.
His enormous body, like an ancient ferocious beast, rapidly shrank as well, soon returning to normal.
His face remained deathly pale and exhausted. He seemed to be in terrible condition, as though completely drained and liable to pass out at any moment.
With every ounce of strength, he exhaled softly through his bloodless lips and forced out a strained smile.
"Little Brother, how could you be so..."
Lan Man was not in good condition either. After all, she had fought two experts who were no weaker than herself at once and had fallen into their trap, leaving her severely depleted. Yet Divine Form Martial Artists possessed extraordinarily vigorous life force, so she was in no danger of death. Given some time, she would recover before long. That was precisely the strength of Divine Form Martial Artists.
Seeming to know what she wished to ask, Lin Sheng sighed. His body swayed, and he sat down directly on the ground.
“I pushed my Ancestral Blood to its limit. Fortunately, the result did not disappoint me.