But the most terrifying aspect of the Yang God Fist was not the power of its fist force, but the power of its strange flame.
As the fist seal exploded, the flames also burst apart, spreading in all directions and covering a radius of more than ten kilometers in an instant, turning the entire area into a sea of fire.
"Damn it, what kind of flames are these? Why can't I break free?"
"Dragon Fire? Could this human have mastered Dragon Fire too?"
"Help! Help! Come save me!"
Many Dragon-Man Kings cried out. The terrifying strange flames covered their bodies and immediately began to blaze fiercely, showing no sign of stopping until they had burned them to nothing.
Only then did they truly experience the terror humans faced when attacked by Dragon Fire. Flames surrounded their entire bodies, every cell was being scorched, even their souls were burned by the fire—a continuous, unrelenting torment.
Yet no matter how they struggled, the flames continued to consume them.
After just a few breaths, thirty or forty Dragon-Man Kings had been burned to ashes, leaving only piles of dust on the ground. When a strong wind blew, they vanished from this world.
Even after those Dragon-Man Kings died, the flames did not cease burning. The area remained a sea of fire, rocks melting into magma that flowed in every direction as the temperature rose sharply.
"My heavens, could Xia have mastered the power of Dragon Fire as well?"
"No, it's somewhat different from Dragon Fire, but it's just as terrifying. Nothing can withstand its burning."
"How miserable. Once these Dragon-Man Kings are surrounded by those flames, they're burned alive. They can't escape even if they want to."
"To pay them back in their own coin—these Dragon-Men have finally met such an end."
Baili