Wu Dao's heartflame did not affect Lin Ke alone.
Even some disciples standing too close outside the arena felt unbearably hot and dry, and they all backed away.
"This feels awful... I feel like I'm about to catch fire. It's so hot!"
"What spell art is Senior Brother Wu Dao using? How can it be so powerful that even the arena barrier can't stop it?!"
"Back away, hurry! I can't take it anymore!"
"..."
The expressions of Zong Ya and the others instantly changed.
They, too, could clearly feel how formidable Wu Dao's power was.
Even outside the formation, they were still affected by this power, and its force was clearly far from weak.
What, then, must Lin Ke be facing inside the formation?
I hope Lin Ke can hold on...
They all prayed inwardly.
Meanwhile, not only the disciples watching the battle but even the presiding elder circulated his power to resist Wu Dao's heartflame.
He could not help sighing softly. "What an overbearing heartflame. It can actually affect even me."
Although he possessed a Nascent Soul body, he still could not keep the heartflame's power from seeping in.
Those flames slipped through almost every opening, invading his mind and flesh and roasting them with terrifying heat.
Had his cultivation realm not been high enough and his body strong enough, he would probably have fallen in an instant.
"Rise!"
He then formed a hand-seal formula, immediately strengthening the formation's protection around the arena. Only then did the pressure on the disciples below ease considerably.
Meanwhile, on the arena.
Under the heartflame's searing heat, the bones and flesh within Lin Ke suddenly began to glow faintly.
They were crystalline, like glazed glass.
The heartflame, which could all but burn away the mind, now felt to him like soaking in a