Pick noticed the blazing swords scattered through the void after being blocked by his teammate, and his pupils involuntarily contracted.
No high temperature, no explosion—then only burning and life remained.
"Burning? Fire Madman?!"
The other three members of the team immediately raised their guard to the highest level.
The System Host faction had ambushed Chen Yi several times without success, suffering losses every time instead.
As a result, Chen Yi was no longer considered an ordinary Tier 7 in the intelligence provided to mercenaries by the System Hosts.
Under the section corresponding to Chen Yi's information, it read—if fewer than three people encounter Fire Madman, run!
To be safe, they had added another line;
Recent changes in the Burning Concept suggested that Fire Madman might have grown even stronger.
If three people encountered him, it was still best to run.
But hearing something a thousand times and reading it ten thousand times could not compare to taking a hit and learning the hard way.
This absurdly destructive attack was actually one of his opponent's standard methods, and he launched several at once from the very start.
The shield-bearing warrior was named Yolandy Vance.
The moment they met, he understood that he could not take the opponent's attacks head-on.
Flames that had yet to go out burned atop his Saint Spirit grade shield.
At this rate, the shield in his hands would not last much longer before becoming scrap.
Then there would be no fight left to fight.
So Yolandy Vance retreated faster and faster, each step stomping fiercely against space. The instant the blazing swords struck his shield, he deflected them at slight angles to disperse their force.
However, before the first wave of attacks had ended, a new wave had already arrived.
Looking at the unceasing silver blades and