Leader, Stop Taking the Hits-You're Scaring Us

Zhang Yu took another step and entered within three hundred meters of the World-Casting Furnace.

At this moment, all Zhang Yu could see was layer upon layer of blazing flame.

Under the intense heat, the surrounding earth, rock strata, air... all of it seemed to have become gorgeous clouds and mist. Stirred, surging, and exploding ceaselessly by the World-Casting Furnace's power, it was like a storm at sea formed from liquid fire.

Zhang Yu knew that this ultra-high-temperature stream of matter, produced as magical flames continuously condensed and burned all manner of substances, was classified in Kunxu as one of the Thirty-Six Celestial Astral Qis: Shang Yang Qi.

To him, this stuff resembled the plasma spoken of on Earth, though it differed because it contained the elements of Kunxu's Immortal Dao. And within three hundred meters of the World-Casting Furnace, everything was entirely wrapped in layer after layer of Shang Yang Qi.

Anything swept into it, whether ordinary rock strata, Dharma Treasures, or equipment, would become part of the Shang Yang Qi beneath the ultimate incineration of magical flames.

Zhang Yu knew that if not for the World-Casting Furnace's own formation, something akin to a binding force field that tightly confined the Shang Yang Qi within this three-hundred-meter range and prevented it from spreading... the earthquakes, volcanoes, and Natural Disasters it caused would likely sweep across the entire Small Realm.

And now that Zhang Yu had personally stepped within that three-hundred-meter range, he felt the flesh and blood throughout his body rapidly disintegrating, as though he would be transformed into part of the Shang Yang Qi the very next moment.

But in the face of that destruction, Zhang Yu's flesh, his divine abilities and magical power, and all his other abilities swiftly responded...

Elsewhere, Tu Mu and the others had