From the panoramic window, Luo Yan saw only the vast, hazy sky and earth, with raging flames everywhere. Apart from fire, there was nothing else!
The blazing flames churned wildly, devouring every inch of space.
Fire soared into the sky and illuminated the surroundings. Looking out, he could see nothing but flames.
It was as if this boundless sea of fire were the only thing in the world!
Vermilion Bird flew into a rage, unleashing boundless Scorching Wind.
The ferocity and intensity of this Scorching Wind were far beyond those of any other place in the wilderness.
Luo Yan was near the source of the Scorching Wind, so he could feel its astonishing power and terrifying temperature even more clearly.
However, Zhu Rong had been created from the divine remains of the Fire Official. Even a Divine Beast like Vermilion Bird, and even Chang Li's Fire, could not hope to harm Zhu Rong.
Zhu Rong stood motionless amid the flames. The Scorching Wind swept across its body, but could only burn away the grime on its mecha.
Aside from making the Crimson Divine Machine even cleaner and brighter amid the wind, it failed to inflict the slightest injury on Zhu Rong.
Elsewhere.
As the howling Scorching Wind bore down on him, a figure appeared behind Michael. It was none other than the Virtue Oya.
Oya raised a hand, palm facing outward, and the raging wind and flames sweeping toward Michael parted to either side.
The Scorching Wind passed through everything, leaving no opening untouched. Yet around Michael, there was not a trace of wind or flame.
He had become a pure sanctuary amid the sea of fire.
Thus, Zhu Rong and Michael resisted Vermilion Bird's Scorching Wind in their own ways.
The Scorching Wind blew without pause. The blood-red mistlight