Faint wisps of blue smoke wandered incessantly over Fan Wu's skin, as the ground beneath his feet had long since turned into rolling lava, the orange-red glow of the magma flowing continuously underneath him.
Even the searing high temperatures that could melt steel could not harm Fan Wu's skin in the slightest.
Blasts of hot wind incessantly blew through Fan Wu's full head of black hair.
What was even more unbelievable was that not a single strand of Fan Wu's wildly fluttering hair had fallen out!
Fan Wu's one hand hung down, while the other grasped the hilt of the Demon-slaying Sword, resting it on his right shoulder.
He lifted his head and looked tranquilly into the sky.
The Tiger Immortal Officer, who was in the high skies countless kilometers above, had a body made of thunderbolts, which Fan Wu could see very clearly, even down to every detail.
The flags in the high sky obscured the sun, and the four huge characters for "thunder" were exceptionally visible.
