"What do we do?"
As Huo Lian's rage burned intensely, engulfing the very heavens and earth, it was clear that he was infuriated. Yang Zhen scratched his face, which felt uncomfortable from the heat, grabbed the cheap cat and Han Yan'er, and with a wry smile, said, "What else can we do but to 'chill' it?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Huo Lian's fist was already hurtling toward Yang Zhen with a terrifying momentum. The shocking airwaves surged like an apocalyptic force, blasting away a large patch of land where Yang Zhen stood. The smell of scorched earth was pungent, and the residual terrifying force sent a crowd of people flying, including many disciples of the Great Nether Dynasty, showing just how enraged Huo Lian was.
All, including the disciples of the Great Nether Dynasty, scrambled away towards the distance, their faces filled with shock and horror, but even more so with disbelief.
