"Star
The screams of March 7th were drowned out by the deafening roar of energy.
The out-of-control, violent amber beam of light, as turbulent as the core of the sun, lost its original target.
With an aura of " Destruction," it crashed violently into the statue of the Flame Reaver, which stood frozen in ice crystals, motionless.
Rumble rumble rumble--!!!!!!!!
An indescribable, terrifying explosion engulfed the entire area; the Chrysos Heirs' Baths, this ancient and sacred ruin, met its final end at this moment.
The amber-colored " Preservation " power and the viscous, icy shadow annihilation power within the Flame Reaver were like two black holes rotating in opposite directions being forcibly forced together, resulting in the most thorough and violent collision and annihilation.
A blinding light, bright enough to scorch the soul, instantly engulfed everything, and the shockwave spread wildly in a spherical shape.
Click!
boom
The last few golden pillars supporting the dome shattered instantly like rotten wood, the massive dome structure collapsed completely, and countless burning boulders crashed down like meteors.
The ground was torn up and shattered layer by layer, like a fragile biscuit.
The murky Spiritwater evaporated instantly, leaving only scalding steam and charred pits.
The golden statue was reduced to dust in the shockwave, and the white jade bricks melted into molten lava.
At the heart of this Destruction, the frozen sculpture— the Flame Reaver —after enduring Xing's out-of-control, all-out attack, suddenly erupted from the viscous shadow on its body like burning oil, bursting forth with countless fine, inky flames.
These flames were no ordinary fire; they carried the purest aura of annihilation and blasphemy, like a living plague, scattering and spreading wildly in the shockwave of the explosion!
Whoosh--!!!
The golden curtain, stained with black flames, instantly turned to ashes.
The white jade bricks that touched the black flames made a sizzling sound as they corroded, quickly turning charred and brittle.
The most terrifying thing was that the black flames that splashed onto the ruins of the bathhouse, the flowing lava, and even the pervasive steam seemed to have found the perfect fuel, and began to burn and spread wildly.
The entire bathhouse, amidst the ruins of the explosion, was instantly transformed into a churning sea of black fire, exuding an aura of endless death and dread.
The scorching heat distorted the air, bringing with it a stinging sensation that burned the very soul.
"Ugh~!"
Xing was the first to be hit, being closest to the epicenter of the explosion. Although the Wings of Eternity instinctively closed to protect her body at the last moment, a few strands of the black flames, like maggots clinging to bones, still managed to penetrate her defenses and land on her arms and shoulders.
hiss
An unimaginable, excruciating pain instantly swept through my entire body; it wasn't a physical burning sensation, but rather as if my very existence was being gnawed at and denied.
Xing let out a painful groan as the aftershock of the explosion sent him flying, crashing heavily into a pile of burning black flames in the ruins. His mimicry baseball bat flew out of his hand.
Amber light flickered intensely on her body, fiercely battling against the black flames that were trying to erode her.
"Star!"
The ice bow of March 7th instantly condensed a cold current, attempting to extinguish the black flames on Xing's body, but the cold current touched the black flames and was ignited and devoured.
She could only desperately hold up an ice shield to block the constantly falling burning boulders and the oncoming storm of scorching black flames.
Despite the dizziness and excruciating pain from the explosion, Dan Heng Cloud-Piercing Spear into the ground, using the Spiritwater to create a barrier that protected him.
His gaze was fixed on the epicenter of the explosion, which was completely engulfed by thick smoke and black flames, his expression more solemn than ever before.
Thick smoke billowed, black flames Flint Emperor, and the bathhouse became a dead end.
At the epicenter of the explosion, the frozen figure that triggered it all had vanished completely into the flames and smoke of Destruction.
All that remains here is endless heat, Destruction, and an ominous mystery.
The rolling black sea of fire licked at the ruins of the bathhouse like a living creature, each leap of flame bringing with it a suffocating, soul-burning storm.
Xing was smashed into a burning ruin, the rubble and molten metal scorching her back, but these physical injuries were nothing compared to the lingering black flames on her arms and shoulders.
"This might hurt a bit."
Xing clenched his teeth and said half-jokingly, but still couldn't suppress the painful hissing that escaped from deep in his throat.
The black flames did not burn her skin and flesh, but were like billions of poisoned ice needles, piercing into the very essence of her being. Each pulsation brought a denial and erosion that penetrated deep into her bones and reached her soul.
The amber light burning around her, representing the power of " Preservation," was fiercely battling against the wisps of viscous black flames, emitting a hissing sound.
The light flickered violently, like a candle burning in the wind, each flicker accompanied by the convulsions of Xing's body!
The black flames were slowly and steadily gnawing at and corrupting her power—what a joke!
"Star, hang in there!"
Despair, like a cold, venomous snake, coils around everyone's heart.
Dan Heng struggled to get closer, but the raging sea of black flames formed an insurmountable barrier of death, and the scorching heat and soul-burning aura made it impossible for him to move an inch.
Looking at Xing's pained and contorted face, and at the amber light on her body that was stubbornly resisting but gradually retreating, March 7th's mind felt as if it had been struck by lightning.
She knew what to do!
milk tea!
The gift from Ye Yan that she carefully kept close to her body was a cup of milk tea that looked ordinary and even had a pink straw.
Ye Yan's words seemed to echo in her ears once again:
"... Perhaps at some unexpected moment, it can bring about a little miracle."
Right now, without any hesitation, March 7th suddenly pulled the plastic cup with the cute cartoon pattern printed on it from her inner pocket.
The cool glass shielded the cup from the intense heat. The pink straw appeared so fragile and unreal against the flickering black flame.