Inside the Treasure Hunting Space, Zhou Sining had drawn back all the flames.
Mo Fan and the two women appeared amid the scorched ground. Though they had stood at the very center of the blaze, Zhou Sining's control was so precise that not a wisp of Gangsha Flame had touched them.
As for the thousand-degree heat rolling off the flames, that was their problem.
Frankly, if the three of them couldn't withstand that much heat, they might as well go home and farm!
"Are you all right?" Mu Nujiao was the first to think of the bigger picture. She landed in front of them.
The ground here was pleasantly cool.
"We're fine." Mu Ningxue and Ailin came to their senses and shook their heads.
Shock still lingered in their beautiful eyes. Neither woman had expected Zhou Sining to open with a Level Three Heavenly Flame Funeral.
Everywhere they looked, the ground was charred black, with stray flames still burning. The air remained several hundred degrees hot at the very least.
Ailin had faced a Level Five Heavenly Flame Funeral before. Though that spell had never been fully unleashed, the fear it had left her with had not faded.
For a moment, she was almost grateful Zhou Sining had used only Level Three flames. A Level Four Heavenly Flame Funeral might have forced her to use her life-saving Magic Equipment...
"Holy shit, Zhou Sining, look at you! When did you reach Level Three?" Mo Fan wiped his face, his feelings a tangled mess.
I'm supposed to be his senior. Why does the gap between us keep getting wider?
"I broke through ages ago. You're just too weak, senior. Practice more!" Zhou Sining seized the chance to show off.
"Get lost! I could've flattened them all without you!" Mo Fan wasn't bragging.