At a speed visible to the naked eye, his meridians expanded, became stronger, and became more resilient. It was the same for his body and soul, but this was not the most important thing.
At this moment.
Zhang Ronghua's consciousness changed. He was no longer in the room, but in a volcano. The mountain range stretched for tens of thousands of miles. As far as the eye could see, there were volcanoes everywhere. The flames contained in them burned crazily, burning the sky and boiling the sea. It contained the entire world, forming a terrifying high temperature that made all living beings afraid to approach. It became a natural killing ground.
Anyone with a lower cultivation would be burned to ashes the moment they stepped into this place.
The degree of its terror was far more than the flaming mountain by a hundred times, or even a thousand times. There was no comparison between the two.
