The blazing flames approached Mo Yang slowly. The bright flames cast shadows on his handsome face.
Yang Bai stood at the side, looking at Mo Yang in the flames with a smug expression. He was just waiting for this fellow to struggle helplessly, waiting for his miserable wails and cries of pain!
Just thinking about it made him feel great! Of course, due to the rules of the school, he would not kill Mo Yang. However, torture was still possible. Tsk tsk, who knew if his handsome face could still be preserved under the intense flames?
Suddenly, the pride in Yang Bai's eyes froze! He looked at Mo Yang in disbelief. How was this possible?
In the blink of an eye, the raging fire that had surrounded Mo yang earlier was extinguished in an instant. A loud 'swoosh!' was heard!
Mo Yang walked out of the fire unscathed. His handsome face was stained with a hint of blood. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly. "Now, it's my turn to make a move!"
