Lives Are Worth Less Than Grass

After silently grumbling to himself for a couple of moments where he stood.

As time passed.

Without any warning, Ling Wuyuan suddenly lowered his head and vomited a large amount of material still radiating intense heat.

Those things somewhat resembled flames—liquid flames.

They looked somewhere between fire and magma.

Perhaps they were actually some kind of super-high-temperature plasma?

Ling Wuyuan was not entirely sure.

He only knew that earlier, they had been continuously coursing through his body at high speed.

Not only had that made him rather uncomfortable, it had also severely interfered with his ability to recover.

It felt like magma had been injected into his blood vessels.

However.

Those things had not come from outside.

They were simply the lingering result of his bodily tissues being rapidly dissolved by super-high temperatures, yet not completely dissolved into nothingness.

Therefore.

In essence.

Those things had come entirely from his own body.

They were wreckage that had been completely destroyed, yet still remained lodged within him.

The process of Ling Wuyuan vomiting them out could be regarded as him actively expelling the bodily tissues within himself that could no longer be restored. It counted as healing his injuries.

At this moment.

Those things had only just come into contact with the outside air.

In but an instant.

Those crimson, high-temperature substances, like incomparably violent explosives, immediately triggered some corresponding chain reaction on their own.

It was an enormous explosion...

In no time.

A ferocious explosion blossomed once again around Ling Wuyuan.

It was a sight even more explosive than the detonation of Tsar Bomba!!

A crimson sun hundreds of li in diameter immediately appeared in that empty stretch of sky—the sheer magnitude of it made it seem as though the battle from before had never ended and was still continuing.

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