Ma Xiaotao's Extreme Fire Is Strong, but Mine Is More Extreme

Moyan watched the vines suddenly lash toward her, her pretty brows drawing together slightly as a helpless curve touched her lips. Wen Yu was certainly efficient—she had barely finished clearing out the small fry before eagerly turning her attention on Moyan.

Ling Luochen reacted swiftly. Frost instantly surged around her as she raised a hand, ready to freeze the vines.

But the vines were unimaginably fast—so fast that even a Soul Sage's eyes could not fully follow them.

"Rip—"

In the blink of an eye, Ling Luochen's limbs were tightly bound by tough vines. Her eyes widened as she stared in shock at her thoroughly restrained hands and feet, waves crashing through her heart.

That speed was far too terrifying!

Seeing this, Moyan lit a pale red flame at her fingertips and was about to save her.

But the instant the flame touched the vines, something bizarre happened—the Extreme Fire that could burn everything to ashes suddenly dimmed as though it had met its nemesis. Forget burning through the vines; it could not even leave behind a scorch mark.

Just like that, Ling Luochen was dragged by the vines and forcibly pulled deep into the forest, soon vanishing from sight.

Moyan slowly rose to her feet. She looked down at the faintly flickering flame on her fingertip, then raised her eyes toward the sinister forest, her gaze gradually turning cold.

How could she not understand? Wen Yu had used Ma Xiaotao's Extreme Fire as "nourishment," allowing her domain to fully adapt to the power of Extreme Fire!

"Because I was lazy and didn't want to meddle, I let my teammates handle things and ended up making such a huge mistake... What a pain." Moyan sighed helplessly, her tone carrying the frustration of someone tangled up in trouble.

In the stands,