Bit by bit, the self-combustors flew nearer to Feng Tianlan. With only a three-inch distance between them, their bodies ballooned to the extreme. In their very next breath, they would explode at the same time. Everything within a hundred-mile radius would be leveled, and all life annihilated!
Everyone couldn't help but shut their eyes, waiting for death to befall them.
However, three moments had passed, and they did not hear any explosions. Instead, the spiritual pressure holding them down gradually disappeared. They could not resist opening their eyes, and their orbs widened in shock at what they saw!
Feng Tianlan stood beneath the storm as her robes flapped in the roaring wind. Her black hair swirled with the gales, beautiful to the extremities of paleness and fragility. She looked like a divine immortal under the flashes of lightning. It was as if she would fly off to the high heavens along with those thunderbolts at any moment.
