Zhang Yu took another step and entered the area within three hundred meters of the World-Casting Furnace.
At this moment, all Zhang Yu could see was layer upon layer of blazing flames.
Under the violent burning heat, the surrounding earth, rock strata, air... all of it seemed to have become magnificent clouds and mist, endlessly churned, surged, and exploded by the power of the World-Casting Furnace, like a storm at sea formed from liquid fire.
Zhang Yu knew that this stream of ultra-high-temperature matter, created 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, the stuff resembled what Earth called plasma, though it differed due to the immortal Dao elements of Kunxu contained within it. The entire three-hundred-meter radius around the World-Casting Furnace was wrapped in layer upon layer of Shang Yang Qi.
Everything swept into it, whether ordinary rock strata, Dharma Treasures, or equipment, would become part of the Shang Yang Qi under the ultimate incineration of magical flames.
Zhang Yu knew that if the World-Casting Furnace did not possess a formation akin to a binding force field, holding the Shang Yang Qi firmly within this three-hundred-meter range and preventing it from spreading... the earthquakes, volcanoes, and Natural Disasters it caused would likely sweep across the entire Small Realm.
And now, as Zhang Yu personally stepped into this 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 in the next instant.
Yet faced with this destruction, Zhang Yu's flesh and blood, his divine abilities and magical power, and all his various abilities swiftly responded...
Meanwhile, Tu Mu and the others had been working