The Hellflame King's Strength

Within the Earth Vein Grotto-Heaven.

The Hellflame King's condition was nowhere near as fragile as Wan Sanqian had claimed. Although most of his strength should have been going toward suppressing his injuries, the strength he could free up with one hand alone was enough to sweep aside Wan Sanqian and the other two.

At first, Wan Sanqian and the others could still rely on secret treasures and other means to hold him off, but as time dragged on, they were gradually suppressed by the Hellflame King.

The battle went from its initial stalemate into a one-sided state.

"Wan Sanqian, you blockhead! Didn't you say this old fellow was seriously injured and could only bring out King-class Fifth Stage combat power? Does he look like King-class Fifth Stage right now?"

Yuan Dali swung the battle-axe in his hand, forcefully blocking a casual strike from the Hellflame King.

Under the impact of the violent energy, the blood and qi inside his body churned.

He could not help wanting to cough blood, feeling as if all his internal organs were about to shatter.

"How would I know this old fellow was hiding so deeply? Saying this now is meaningless. All we can do is risk our lives to buy time and wait for Lu Chuan to come..."

Wan Sanqian was equally depressed, so much so that he wanted to vomit blood.

He felt very wronged as well. In the past, whenever he handled matters, there had never been any mistake in the intelligence side of things. Even if there had been deviations, they would not have been too great.

But this time, he had lost face all the way back to his grandmother's house. All he could say was that the Hellflame King was an old sixth, too damn good at hiding.

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