Chirp!
In the darkness, a strange and eerie fire suddenly bloomed. In an instant, a vast expanse of white appeared before the eyes of the two challengers. At the same time, the vines inside the entire safe house were igniting one after another.
Countless vines twisted frantically in the flames, seeking survival. But this fire was extremely mysterious and powerful. In the blink of an eye, vines that seemed to have a life of their own were turned into ashes.
"Ah!"
Ulva's beautiful face suddenly contorted. A piercing scream, as if it could penetrate the soul, suddenly echoed, making people's scalp tingle.
Splurt!
Ah!
Ulva spat out a mouthful of blood. Her breath suddenly declined, at least half diminished. She was weak all over, her complexion unusually pale, devoid of any trace of color. In the end, she weakly collapsed into Tristan's arms.
