Mr. Chen struggled desperately, watching the two figures grow farther and farther away as his heart gradually sank to the bottom.
In one Honkai catastrophe after another, many people like Mr. Chen received invitations from deceased relatives and rushed to meet them in wild delight, only to be mercilessly toyed with. Very few managed to escape with their lives.
In truth, those supposedly resurrected people were merely vessels through which the Honkai will descended, using the bodies of the dead.
They possessed memories, but they were not the people they had been in life.
Like a person's shadow—the person had already departed, yet only the shadow remained futilely in place. As puppets on strings, they endlessly lured in relatives like ghosts in service to tigers, devouring or converting them.
Such vile behavior was truly... infuriating beyond words.
Australia's bushfires were incredibly fierce.
When they broke out, they could sometimes stretch for hundreds of kilometers overnight, burning from the wilderness all the way to the sea.
But this time was somewhat different.
Zhao Bai strode forward, Ice Lotus Sky in hand, creating a moving barrier of ice and snow that shut out the heat and kept them safe.
Under normal circumstances, they should have suffocated to death long ago.
Yet Zhao Bai did not feel short of breath at all. Instead, the low temperature made him want to sneeze.
Don't catch a cold at a fire scene.
Zhao Bai muttered inwardly, continuously swinging Ice Lotus Sky and carving out an entirely new path from nothing.
As the icy blade swept through the air, his anger was gradually suppressed, leaving him with only calmness.
All the flames retreated from him in an instant, crackling as they burned, their boundaries sharply defined, as though some invisible domain surrounded Zhao Bai.
The blade