"Not good!"
Nie Qing's expression changed, and he immediately tried to rush forward.
The Heavenly Craftsmen Tribe had devoted itself to forging. Though it possessed precious artifacts, they had never been seized by outsiders—naturally, there was a reason for that.
Aside from the fact that forging artifacts depended greatly on the smith's will, and the slightest mistake could ruin everything, making forceful methods difficult, Heavenly Craftsmen City's own defenses were also an extremely important part of it;
In ordinary times, the Heaven-Earth Furnace helped the Heavenly Craftsmen Tribe scale the heights of forging. But the fire within, which had burned unceasingly for thousands of years, could likewise become an incarnation of death when faced with invading enemies harboring ill intent.
Under the infusion of that terrifying innate fire spiritual power, unless one was a member of the Heavenly Craftsmen Tribe's inner city who had long been familiar with its workings, even tribesmen from the outer city had to avoid its edge.
Ye Xiu bore no distinctive marks of another race and looked like an utterly ordinary human. Caught off guard, what could he use to face the blazing gale billowing from the Heaven-Earth Furnace?
"Brother Mo, retreat!"
Nie Qing's voice came from behind and to the side. Blood and qi churned over his body, and in the blink of an eye, waves of red light glowed across his solid muscles.
"There's no need."
Nie Qing's reaction could not have been swifter, yet the man before him reacted even faster in the face of the scorching gale.
A cold glint flashed. Before everyone's eyes, a folding fan had somehow appeared in Ye Xiu's hand.
With a casual push, an action as leisurely as strolling through a courtyard, he caused the raging wind before him to fold back upon itself.
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