The Glorious Sacrifice?
Mu Zhuo stared blankly at the flame swimming cheerfully toward him—or rather, at the shattered space, faintly blackened by its scorching—and couldn't help losing himself in the sight.
Was this really an attack that someone who had only just entered the Spirit Lord Realm could unleash?
The fish-tailed flame approached him at a truly bizarre speed. One moment, it still seemed several yards away; the next, it was right in front of him.
Anxiety crept into his heart. He suddenly felt that the black barrier might not be able to protect him after all, but the realization came a little too late.
As the fish-tailed flame drew near the barrier's edge, its swimming body seemed to stall, as though it had frozen in a daze.
Mu Zhuo was stunned too. Had it been stopped? Then why did he still feel so uneasy? Just as he anxiously pondered the matter, a soft pop suddenly shattered all his hopes.
The flame had scorched a tiny hole in the barrier's edge. Once a crack appeared in this impregnable defense, collapse was sure to follow.
Sure enough, beneath the little flame's scorching, the black barrier was like a sheet of paper dropped into a fire, swiftly consumed by its licking tongues.
"It's over!" Terror filled Mu Zhuo's wide eyes as he watched helplessly while the flame swam toward him. Panic seized him, and his instinctive will to survive made him cry out, "Senior Disciple Brother Rong, save me!"
The moment his words left his mouth, the flame was already right in front of him, less than three inches away. He could feel its searing, annihilating heat. He could barely breathe, as though he would be melted away entirely in the next instant.
Despair began to spread through his heart. *I'm one