"Whoom~"
The weeds on the ground withered and burst into flame, then burned to ash in an instant.
The yellow earth rapidly turned red.
Some stones began to melt.
In her panic, Zhang Suannai erected four layers of Spirit Power defenses.
One stood ten centimeters from her skin, one clung to her clothes, one clung to her skin, and the last lay beneath it. But under this Blazing Sun, the outermost layer of spiritual-energy defense burned away instantly, and the second rapidly dwindled. Her clothes glowed red-hot and grew translucent, nearing their limit. Yet beneath them, her skin remained lustrous as jade under its protection, almost translucent itself.
Enduring this environment consumed enormous amounts of Spirit Power every instant.
Zhang Suannai had a very bad feeling.
As the second defense collapsed, her skin grew almost transparent in the struggle between Spirit Power and heat, as though she were made of jade or glass.
Her entire body glowed.
When the third defense swiftly reached its limit, her body reddened, her skin wrinkled, and her muscles shrank. Steam rose from her in waves. She could barely control her body anymore; all she wanted was to curl into a ball and scream in pain.
There was nothing in her eyes but light.
Pure white, blinding light.
Then, suddenly, she could no longer feel the heat.
The world seemed to fall silent.
Perhaps it had exceeded what her nerves could bear. Perhaps they had already failed.
Then the light before her eyes gradually dimmed.
Zhang Suannai had seen surveillance footage online of workers accidentally falling into steel furnaces. When they touched the glowing molten steel, they did not struggle or scream. In that instant, they seemed to lose consciousness and sensation, burning silently as the molten steel swallowed them, like mannequins.
Was that what