"Puff!" Seeing Peng Lu had become ashes, Yang Chen spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell back. His face was pale as a white paper. In the earlier move, he had exhausted every ounce of his profound energy as well as mental power. At this moment, he was no different from a normal person.
With a thud, Yang Chen fell heavily onto the ground and fainted. The sea of flames in the surroundings had no effect on his body. On the contrary, the heat in the air seemed to help Yang Chen recover as his complexion slowly became ruddy.
Six kilometers away from Yang Chen's position, Tian Jiuyi and Bai Qingyi noticed the sea of flames in the distance. Both of them exchanged a glance and rushed toward it without hesitation.
