Draw the Circle as a Prison

The expressionless man stood suspended in mid-air, a fist-sized, transparent hole in his chest. Deep within the wound, it was charred black, with no sign of flesh or blood.

He stopped screaming, letting the residual clear flames burn him without resistance, as if he were already dead, unable to withstand such violent damage.

New Martial Skill--Solar Flare Burst.

Temporarily consolidates one's own internal energy and releases it in the form of a fire beam, dealing damage to the opponent. It is very powerful, but its drawback is that it's difficult to change direction, making it easy for an opponent to dodge if they are prepared.

Furthermore, it only deals physical damage and has little effect on the soul or Yin spirits, dealing half damage.

But this time.

Jiang Yan's opponent was in the middle of a teleportation, unable to move his body temporarily. The pose was too perfect; not taking the opportunity to strike him hard would be a disservice to him.

"Ahhh~"

Screams echoed from the Flames cage, easily caught by the two teams outside the Gathering Flower Association.

"No way, the battle's already decided in just a few dozen breaths?" Li Tong's expression shifted slightly, a hint of worry in his heart.

The opponent had already revealed their aura. He hadn't sensed it wrong; that was indeed a genuine Talisman Realm Martial Artist, while Jiang Yan's Martial Dao realm was merely his guess.

If his guess was wrong, and Jiang Yan wasn't truly a Talisman Realm Martial Artist, or lacked the combat power to contend with one, then...

Li Tong's heart sank to the bottom.

"That scream didn't belong to Deacon Jiang."

Unlike Li Tong's anxious uncertainty, Xiao Yue'er beside him had brightened eyes, a spark of brilliance returning to them.

Hearing this, Li Tong glanced at