He stood in the sky with his hands behind his back, lightning enveloping his body.
"My apologies for offending you!"
The young man on the left spoke, signaling his imminent attack.
In an instant, flames swept across the world, scorching the sky as they surged toward Braydon Neal.
The exceedingly high temperature likely exceeded 3,000 degrees Celsius, enough to reduce Braydon to ashes!
Even supreme pinnacles wouldn't dare to place themselves in such an attack.
How could a human body withstand these flames?
The inferno surrounded Braydon, seemingly sealing him within its fiery grasp.
"This won't be enough to trap him!" Takiyah Zakwe chuckled.
Having witnessed Braydon's diverse techniques, she knew he cultivated more than just lightning and thunder techniques.
A white-robed youth calmly emerged from the flames.
Surrounded by lightning, she remained untouched by the flames, creating a protective three-meter barrier.
