When the divine patterns landed on Zhu Rong's arm, he felt the flames within his entire body were almost about to explode.
Fortunately, he now possessed a decent control over the Fire Vein Primordial Power. Raising his hand, a golden light in his palm pressed down on the divine patterns on his arm.
The power of the divine patterns quieted down, condensing into a trace about an inch long, resembling a small snake.
As he stepped out of Han Muye's stone house, his heart was still throbbing with shock.
It was hard to imagine how profound Senior Brother Han's understanding of fiery power had become now.
With just a few strides, he had already reached the stone platform up ahead.
It was the original Flame Altar.
At this time, beneath the stone platform, groups of the Blazing Prairie Tribe members stood in solemn silence.
The original Blazing Prairie Tribe didn't have so many rules, and the tribespeople were rather lax in their conduct.
