The next morning, Fu Ye looked ahead, brimming with energy.
The twelve hours he had agreed upon with Mo Fan and the others had already passed.
He did not lack such resources, but who told him he was "one man supporting the whole family"? Since he had come across them, how could he let them go?
A phantom vortex rose from his palm.
Though it looked ethereal, the suction force within it gave Ling Ling, who had yet to awaken magic, a bone-chilling sense of cold.
Tens of thousands of crimson streams of energy surged out from Scorched Plains North Corner.
At an astonishing speed, they flowed into Fu Ye's palm.
"What kind of method is this?"
Ling Ling could not hide her shock.
"You can instantly drain all the fire-element resources from Scorched Plains North Corner?"
She knew full well that no ordinary magic could explain this. Even a forbidden-spell-level space mage could never achieve something like this.
Seeing how startled she was, Fu Ye's lips curled slightly. "Want to learn? I'll teach you."
Ling Ling shot him an annoyed glance.
Yet the corners of her lips secretly curved upward.
Deep down, she was not as calm as she looked.
Fu Ye said nothing more and simply picked her up and placed her in the driver's seat. "I've roughly pinpointed Flame Fairy's location. You'll be safer in my arms." He smiled, and the engine roared to life.
The road was rough, and the vehicle jolted violently. Ling Ling tensed up, her fingers quietly gripping the edge of the seat. Fu Ye noticed her nervousness. Seeing her press her lips together without a word, he stepped harder on the accelerator and sped wildly through the desert of Scorched Plains North Corner.
As Fu Ye raced along in his vehicle,