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Soon, the people in the sea of fire suddenly felt a chill.
It was as if they had just stepped out of a sauna room, only to be hit in the face by a blast of extremely cold air conditioning. They shivered, instantly snapping to full alertness.
And it was not an illusion—
They saw the flames on Tan Juan's side of the fire, its temperature and height visibly decreasing. Three seconds later, the fire was forcibly extinguished, leaving only a few stubborn flames flickering tenaciously on the ground.
The players trapped in the fire saw their young lord standing outside.
On either side of him were towering fire walls, nearly five or six meters high, with thick black smoke billowing up.
But this smoke could not approach Tan Juan Geraint at all.
Exhaling faint wisps of white frost from his mouth and nostrils, his skin became abnormally pale, devoid of color, and his eyes glowed with a deep blue light.
