Zhu Rong did not die!
The members of the Blazing Prairie Tribe beneath the altar were first stunned, then burst into excited cheers.
Only Zhu Tian, looking at Zhu Rong clad in flames, felt somewhat panicked for a moment.
"Where, where is the totem beast..."
Without the totem beast, the Blazing Prairie Tribe would have no protection, and they would have to face the invasion of powerful demon beasts directly.
In mid-air, Zhu Rong's face first showed confusion, then he looked at the flames and the dense flame divine patterns on his body, and slowly clenched his fist.
"Roar—"
He roared skyward, a surge of towering flame brilliance emanating from around him.
This brilliance was ten times stronger than the Power of Fire of the totem divine beast!
As Zhu Rong roared, the flames around him transformed into a set of flame battle armor, solidifying on his body.
