Situ Yunshan
Feng Xuanzhi gazed at the man in green robes, his expression dark. Soul Power surged through him once more, and the death-threatening flame slowly scraped forth from his palm, unleashing a terrifying, hair-raising aura.
He grunted, then roared with murderous intent, his voice ringing around the formation: "You wretched fiend of the Devil Race, prepare to die!"
Sizzle!
That eerie flower, as if born in the depths of the sea, floated forth once again. Its scorching aura had already begun to warp the space around it.
The azure flames surged forward with an overwhelming force, as if they would burn everything in their path to ashes, heading straight for their target.
The man in green robes blanched. He had once been brimming with confidence in the golden-boned body he had cultivated, but after his earlier desperate sacrifice of an arm, even he had grown afraid of this extraordinary flame.
He had never seen a flame so forceful and overbearing that its mere aura could melt his golden-boned body at first contact. Even the genius of the Mo Huo Clan couldn't do that.
Now, watching the flower of flame hurtle toward him, he felt his scalp prickle. Could he withstand it? Or would he have to pay the price of another hand?
As wild thoughts raced through his mind, the flame had already closed to within ten feet of him. Its searing heat rushed over him like lightning splitting the sky, imbued with tremendous, violent power.
The boy Wang Shu, seated on the ground, had gone stiff-faced too. He furrowed his brow slightly, seeming quite uncomfortable under the disturbance of that aura.
At last, the man in green robes lifted his head, dazed, and shouted toward a spot beyond the formation: "Brother Situ, save me!"
As his voice fell,