Brilliant flames lit up the dark mine tunnel.
The power of Sacred Dao Law melted the nearby rock with ease, leaving a cavern several kilometers across.
The attacks of Void God Realm experts carried higher-order laws. Almost no High Lord God could withstand them.
Only one realm separated the two, yet that single realm meant a difference of more than tenfold.
Feeling the scorching heat, Ning Hui turned to Cao Junhong:
"We're only dealing with a High Lord God. Did you have to use that much power? If you burn his inner world to ashes and we can't find his Identity Token, how are we supposed to claim the reward?"
Cao Junhong said flatly, "I wanted to avoid trouble. Let's finish him off and get back to what matters."
Ning Hui shook his head helplessly. "I hope his Identity Token survived. The bounty on a fugitive High Lord God is enough to buy us both a drink."
He was about to brave the scattered flames and search for the Identity Token when Cao Junhong sensed something and grabbed his arm.
"Wait."
Ning Hui paused. "What is it?"
Cao Junhong's expression turned grave as he stared into the flames.
Ning Hui sensed it too and looked back at the fire.
There, at the heart of the roaring flames, a figure emerged.
The figure wavered and twisted in the firelight.
Ning Hui's pupils contracted sharply. "He's still alive?"
Jiang Ping An swept out a hand, scattering the flames around him.
His clothes had caught fire, and his skin had peeled away, exposing vivid red muscle.
But the burns had only penetrated his skin. His organs were unharmed.
With a thought, his burned skin rapidly healed.
Jiang Ping An gazed across the void at the two men. "I know you two don't understand