Within the sea of insects, Emperor Flame tore a passage through the all-enveloping swarm like a red-hot blade slicing through butter.
Wherever the flames swept past, the insects vanished into nothingness. Nothing could stop them.
No longer hindered, Lin Ming and his two companions shot forward at full speed. Emperor Flame roared around them like a fiery dragon, burning every cloud of insects that dared approach to ashes and tearing an opening through the encirclement.
Those behind them, however, were not so fortunate.
Though Emperor Flame was overwhelmingly powerful, Lin Ming did not extend its protection any farther.
In such a dangerous place, his first priority was ensuring Zi Yan and Long Qingyue's safety. The others were no concern of his.
Behind them, the sea of insects surged, and screams rang out without end. Heart-rending wails mingled with desperate cries for help, weaving together into a symphony from hell.
Countless young experts were swallowed by the swarm, reduced to white bones that rained from the sky onto the dark-red grassland, becoming yet another source of nourishment for this land of death.
The pale bones tumbling through the air and the dark-red insects blotting out the sky formed a nightmare that no witness would ever forget.
Yet none of this stirred the slightest ripple in Lin Ming's heart.
Having chosen to enter Dragon-Phoenix Haven in search of opportunities, they naturally had to bear the accompanying risks.
Since these people had dared to come, they ought to have prepared themselves for death.
All he could do was protect the two people beside him. As for strangers he had never met, he was no savior, nor did he have the time or inclination to meddle in their affairs.
Whoosh!
Flying at full speed, Lin Ming and his companions took only half the time