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Scorching heat wrapped around his body.
Ye Hanjun felt as if he was placed on a pyre, with deep red flames searing his organs, inside and out, as if to roast him alive.
This pain was comparable to being pierced by a barrage of arrows, each moment an extreme torment.
Just as his consciousness was about to disperse, the rigid air around him loosened, and his bound hands and feet suddenly regained mobility.
"Big Tadpole, are you alright?"
GuaGua called out from his shoulder the first moment he could.
Ye Hanjun bit his tongue, barely regaining a sliver of consciousness, and forced his eyes open.
"Woosh—"
The color that filled his sight was still red, but no longer deep red, instead a mix of orange-red, scarlet, and vermilion.
This was not a common scene under natural conditions, Ye Hanjun concentrated his mind, looking closely.
The land—was dry, barren, and desolate.
Not a single plant to be seen, let alone a hint of green.
