Only after quite some time did Long Ji slowly stop his scorching breath attack. His mouth had grown somewhat stiff from breathing fire for so long.
He kneaded it from top to bottom to restore some mobility.
As the pillar of fire dispersed, the place that had been engulfed in flames finally came into view.
A pitch-black, bottomless hole had appeared in the ground, like an entrance to hell, sending chills down the spine.
The woman Long Ji had attacked had long since been blasted underground, her fate unknown.
Not only that, but his scorching breath had also dried out a stretch of the nearby swamp. The once-sodden ground was now dry and cracked, as though it had been baked.
Long Ji turned his head slightly and glanced at the old man in the distance, who was still scared out of his wits. He paid him little attention, however; he had more important things to do.
Long Ji quickly crouched down and began looting the middle-aged man's spoils.
His movements were practiced. Clearly, this was not his first time doing such a thing.
After stripping the middle-aged man of his spoils, Long Ji sat cross-legged for a moment to steady himself, preparing to break through the cultivation barrier that had already begun stirring.
As Long Ji adjusted his condition, the spiritual energy in the immediate surroundings rushed toward him, as though drawn by an invisible force.
This immediately caught the attention of both sides in the battle. His enemies, in particular, saw that Long Ji was breaking through and devised a plan to ambush him while he was vulnerable.
His companions, however, did not let them have their way.
Seeing what was happening, Youmeng, Wu Yue, and the others immediately threw everything into intercepting them, thoroughly crushing their ambush