The moment that thought arose, Huo Liaoyuan suddenly felt a chill of terror creep through his heart.
The Rules of the Deathmatch Arena had been bestowed by the Heavenly Mechanism. There was no way they could go wrong. The instant Lu Yiye died, he should have been sent out of this space and returned to where he had been before.
Yet he was still here...
Instinctively, he looked up ahead.
The towering flames were still roiling, but only their lingering force remained. They would likely be completely extinguished within two or three breaths. Then he saw a truth he could scarcely believe!
From within the power of that spell—power enough to reduce even a Cloud River Tier Nine cultivator to a charred corpse—a figure charged forth with fierce determination!
"How is that possible?" Huo Liaoyuan cried out.
Lu Yiye was not dead!
How could he not be dead?!
That was the Prairie Fire Burial Explosion, one of his trump cards!
This was simply a nightmare...
What Huo Liaoyuan found even more unbelievable was that Lu Ye had not only survived, but could not even be considered seriously injured. He did look utterly disheveled, his clothes torn to rags and exposing flesh in many places, yet the exposed skin bore not the slightest trace of being scorched by flames!
The injuries on his body were still the ones he had sustained before. Huo Liaoyuan's Prairie Fire Burial Explosion had seemingly done nothing more than scratch an itch for him...
Naturally, such a devastating spell had not merely scratched Lu Ye's itch.
Though he had activated the Talent Tree's power at the critical moment and cut off the flames' ability to harm him, the shockwaves unleashed by each explosion were not something the Talent Tree could block.
Outwardly, he appeared unaffected, but