“Ahhhhh!”
“Save me, save me!”
Everything happened in just three seconds. The flames burned brighter and brighter. Half of Philomena’s body was charred black. A terrified expression appeared on her face as she screamed out loud.
The Highgod of the Nordic region, the god of thunder and the god of the Earth were flapping the flames on their bodies with terrified expressions.
The twenty immortals stared at Wang Xian vigilantly.
In the short exchange of blows, the Dragon King only released three flames. In the end, Philomena’s entire body was burned, and the two highgod clones were covered by the flames.
“AH, the flames are on my body!”
At this moment, Yu Wenhua’s terrified voice rang out. When he was flapping Philomena’s flames, some of the flames were on his body, and his arms were burning.
No matter what, the flames would never be extinguished.
Even if a superior immortal God made a move, it was still useless.
