Bai Ze took Chen Feng and the other one and fled frantically.
Seeing this, Guan Ping, watching the battle in the distance, asked in confusion, "Lord Bai, why are you so afraid of that fire?"
Facing Guan Ping's question, Bai Ze spoke as he ran.
"Don't worry about that. In short, if you encounter that thing in the future, run as far away as you can."
"Unless you're as freakish as Chen Changsheng, never touch that thing."
With that, Bai Ze sped up even more.
The sounds of battle within the mist made everyone on the outskirts feel a chill in their hearts.
Yet they could never enter the mist, and could only imagine what was happening inside.
Half an hour passed before the turmoil within the mist finally subsided.
Chen Changsheng's battle with the young man also came to an end.
"Zzt—"
The earth beneath the young man's feet had been burned into glaze, while every stitch of Chen Changsheng's clothing had been reduced to ashes, replaced by a suit of silver armor.
The Yellow Earth Heavy Sword had turned into Void, and the glazed Pudao had been smashed into powder.
The plain Fishing Rod gradually shortened until it was about three feet seven inches long.
The Golden Mace in the young man's hand radiated an extraordinary pressure.
As the two gradually lost control in battle, their sparring match had already evolved into a true fight to the death.
The only restraint either of them retained was limiting their cultivation to the Divine Sense Realm.
"Phew—"
A thick scent of blood began to rise from Chen Changsheng's body, and the pale red flames burned even more fiercely.
Looking at Chen Changsheng's changes, the young man finally sighed softly. "So be it. Let us call it a draw today."