The red lights twisted and turned like a series of horrific centipedes, instantly connecting together to form a huge and mysterious rune.
At the same time, the temperature inside the great hall skyrocketed.
In the next second, everyone's faces turned red as their Qi-blood felt like it was boiling, flowing madly throughout their bodies.
"It's so hot!"
"I'm really hot, too..."
"I can't take it anymore!"
Those disciples with the lower realms, their bodies hot and restless, veins bulging on their foreheads, looked as if they were about to burst open.
Greg Jensen was also not faring well, his Qi-blood seeming to spiral out of control, wildly circulating within him.
Seeing this, Monk Nelson Rice was panicked, grabbing his Zen Stick and rushing to the entrance to smash it furiously against the door.
However, despite summoning all his Mana and creating sparks everywhere, the door remained unmovable.
"Aaron Gill, you son of a bitch, I'll never let you go, even as a ghost!"
