The iron-laced flames howled away, sweeping across the black ruins where Luo Yan stood.
Amid the flowing fire, the hardened objects accelerated and heated to immense temperatures struck the ruins like cannonballs, blasting irregular holes through them.
The ruins were then scorched into charcoal by the searing current, collapsing and crumbling into powder.
When the flames from Zhao Li's cannon muzzle vanished, the scorching smoke spread across the area, now filled with the smell of burning.
That single shot from Zhao Li had not only destroyed the ruins where Luo Yan stood, but also burned everything along the flames' path for a kilometer behind them.
From the air, one could clearly see a path burning with Blazing Flame. Not a trace of life remained in that corridor of fire.
Zhao Li lowered his arm. The "barrel" extending from it radiated intense heat, with wisps of hot smoke rising from it.
But the "barrel" had already begun to deform. The black substance composing it writhed and gradually receded, revealing Zhao Li's palm.
A moment later.
The rock armor covering Zhao Li's body had returned to its previous thickness.
He exhaled a mouthful of scorching air. "I should've finished him, right?"
A voice said flatly, "Not even close."
Zhao Li turned sharply and saw a figure emerge as the thick smoke dispersed nearby.
In the air filled with drifting sparks, deep-red light shifted in the hot wind. Sparks landed on scales and exoskeletal armor, flickering in and out.
Following the figure upward with his gaze, Zhao Li saw a face covered in scales, marked with tiger stripes, and crowned with curved horns.
"You..."
Zhao Li involuntarily took a step back.
The "Iron Fire Cannon" was not his greatest trump card, but seeing his opponent completely unharmed still dealt a heavy blow to