A pitch-black, spark-laden wind swept past the Holocaust Bishop's blistered arms. Flames danced wildly across the floor and between the stone pillars, while streaming fire and vanishing sparks formed a crimson barrier around him.
The one-eyed Cripple dragged his badly wounded brother behind a burning cabinet, searching desperately for a chance to act. Merely looking at an enemy like the Holocaust Bishop drained Mental Health, and he wielded terrifying supernatural powers. He was in a different league from those Arsonists!
Xia Lun might be strong, but fighting an enemy of the Holocaust Bishop's caliber would consume a great deal of his resources. If Xia Lun's Mental Health ran out, it would all be over!
The Cripple could not run. If Xia Lun died, there would be no surviving this Scenario. His only hope was to find an opening and pull Xia Lun, who had clearly let victory go to his head, out of this deadly trap!
Anxious thoughts racing, the Cripple looked toward Xia Lun.
Xia Lun's face was cold. He slowly raised his left hand, and a tide of abyssal Black Flame surged up behind him, crashing toward the nearby orange flames!
As though black ink had fallen into clear water, the orange fire darkened layer by layer with a turn of his fingers. Crystals of ice appeared in the searing wind!
Before Xia Lun could do anything else, the Holocaust Bishop thrust up his right hand. A brilliant white light gathered at his fingertips, while the newly transformed maniacs lunged at Xia Lun like rabid corpses let loose from a cage!
Snap.
The Holocaust Bishop snapped his fingers again. An explosive spark shot over the Flame Maniacs' heads, straight toward Xia Lun!
"Watch out!" the Cripple cried.
But before his warning had left his mouth, Xia Lun clenched