Oni Rakshasa transformed into a giant of flames and spat a glob of fire at Fang Cheng, like a mouthful of phlegm.
Fang Cheng was startled. The fire hadn't even reached him, yet its scorching heat was already rushing toward him.
The cannons on his hands turned into thrusters, propelling him through the air as he abruptly changed direction.
The flames flew past him. Their heat made the surface of the Blood Battle Suit grow scorching hot, and the inside of the suit turned into a steamer.
Fortunately, Fang Cheng was already used to high temperatures. Otherwise, he would've been scalded badly enough to scream.
The flames weren't a one-time attack. Oni Rakshasa swung his head, continuously spewing fire from his mouth as he chased Fang Cheng.
In the blink of an eye, it seemed as if the entire sky were ablaze.
Fang Cheng reduced the pain to a minimum and quickly put some distance between himself and Oni Rakshasa,
but the flames pursued him relentlessly. This wasn't ordinary fire; its temperature was far higher than that of normal flames.
The heat alone was enough to roast him alive. If he got caught in the flames, he would quickly be reduced to ashes.
Several blades of sword energy flew from the shore and slashed into Oni Rakshasa's chest and abdomen. The wounds they opened no longer bled; instead, burning flames flowed from them.
"And you!"
Oni Rakshasa lowered his head, opened his mouth, and spat at Oni Yunjie.
The flames fell like a waterfall, setting every plant along the shore—and even the ground—ablaze. In an instant, the area became a raging sea of fire.
Fang Cheng had already put plenty of distance between himself and the flames. Looking down, he saw Oni Yunjie emerge from the blaze as well. Her