He had to do something, or he would certainly die.
His powerful desire to survive drove Huo Liaoyuan beyond his limits. The last remnants of Spiritual Power within him boiled, and his mind had never been so focused.
"Pa!" His hands suddenly came together, his fingers spread slightly. A point of fluorescent light abruptly appeared between his palms, then swiftly expanded, blazing with radiance.
Violent, chaotic fluctuations of Spiritual Power surged forth.
Looking over, it seemed as though Huo Liaoyuan held a tiny sun between his hands. Spiritual Power flowed visibly across its surface.
At that moment, Lu Ye was only ten zhang away from Huo Liaoyuan!
Huo Liaoyuan's actions put him on guard. He had never underestimated this opponent, but he did not halt his charge because of it.
He could cross ten zhang in a single breath. By then, no matter how mighty Huo Liaoyuan's spell might be, he could kill him with one slash.
Huo Liaoyuan's Spiritual Light had dimmed all over his body, clearly showing that he was at the end of his rope. He had poured every last scrap of Spiritual Power into the tiny sun before him.
Just then, Huo Liaoyuan suddenly pushed both hands forward, and the tiny sun in his palms shot rapidly toward Lu Ye.
As it flew, the Spiritual Power flowing over its surface churned faster and faster, peeling away layer by layer, like a flower bud ready to bloom, its petals unfurling one after another.
As those flaming petals blossomed, a horrifying aura instantly filled the entire Deathmatch Arena.
In the blink of an eye, the tiny sun transformed into a gigantic Fire Lotus.
Lu Ye had already moved aside in advance, yet he had not expected such a change. By the time he realized it, the Fire Lotus