Danger!
Almost in an instant, Zheng Ming's heart was seized with this thought! Just as he looked up towards the consciousness left by the Red Sun Ascetic, he saw the huge Red Sun suddenly shrink a considerable amount.
"Who is it? Who is secretly taking action!" The consciousness of the Red Sun Ascetic let out a furious shout, followed by a gigantic crimson palm flying out from the rolling Red Sun.
This palm aimed directly where the Flame Patriarch and Zhu Xinrong, among others, were standing.
Although the crimson palm seemed to move slowly, under its vast coverage, even Zhu Xinrong felt she had not the slightest chance to resist.
They all felt as though their bodies were suppressed by an invisible force, hardly able to move at all!
The Flame Patriarch was a First-class powerhouse, and on Red Flame Mountain, he was confident he could defeat Godless Jin.
But now, that palm, merely ten feet in size, made him feel despair; under it, he felt like nothing more than an ant.
