'Dragon Elephant' returned to its sheath.
Luo Yan strode straight ahead. As he passed through the flames, they parted to either side and lowered themselves. Only after he had walked past did they surge upward again.
At last, Luo Yan emerged from the thick smoke.
The people of Yi Town were badly frightened by this sight.
After all, they were merely ordinary people. When had they ever seen someone pass through flames unharmed, with the blazing fire and thick smoke parting on their own and lowering themselves as if court officials were kneeling before an emperor?
"What kind of people are you?"
"What have you come here for?"
"Whom do you serve?"
The three questions in succession made the people of Yi Town look at one another, but no one answered.
At that moment, someone gasped, "What are you standing around for?"
"Kill him!"
Luo Yan looked over. It was Zheng Jie—the man who had been seriously wounded and lying on the ground just moments ago. He had already gotten back to his feet.
But his appearance was horrifying. Most of his hair had been burned away, his scalp was charred black, and the skin on his face and chest was bright red. As he moved, it kept splitting open and spilling blood.
At the same time, something bulged beneath his skin and writhed incessantly, as if countless earthworms were hidden inside his body.
"Brother Zheng, a-are you all right?"
"Mister Zheng, are you okay?"
The people of Yi Town looked distinctly uncomfortable at the sight of Zheng Jie.
Zheng Jie scratched at his chest. "I'm fine. It just itches a little."
As he spoke, he tore off a piece of skin, provoking a chorus of horrified cries.
Luo Yan saw that beneath the piece of skin Zheng Jie had