The instant his body swept into the ring of light, every inch of Xiao Yan's skin abruptly tightened. Passing through the ring took only a split second, and when the light before his eyes blurred slightly, Xiao Yan discovered that the surrounding space had already changed.
"What terrifying heat—"
The space shifted unpredictably like an illusion. The first feeling it gave Xiao Yan was almost as if he were the monkey Lord Lao had thrown into the Eight Trigrams Furnace. Aside from the burning pain brought by that fierce scorching sensation, it also gave him the illusion that even his body was melting.
His gaze swept swiftly around, only to find himself in a strange space filled with milky-white flames. This entire space was permeated by milky-white fire, and even he, who had already fused eight types of Heavenly Flame, could feel the abnormally dry and searing temperature radiating from those milky-white flames.
Xiao Yan's heart stirred, and the Heavenly Flames within his body slowly surged out, enveloping his entire body. Only then did that heat, which had made even his blood seem to boil, weaken greatly.
Looking at the empty surroundings, Xiao Yan frowned tightly.
He had been here for some time already, but ever since he had just escaped from that terrifying illusion, he had wandered around for quite a while and still had not found any trace of Xun'er and the others.
He should have entered this space together with Xun'er and the rest. Why was he the only one here?
Looking at the wisps of white mist emerging from the milky-white flames before him, Xiao Yan's eyes filled with deep hesitation and resistance. Immediately, he raised his hand and burned every wisp of that white mist clean away with his own Heavenly Flame.
Xiao Yan frowned