Akasha's extremities, although extraordinary, still seemed inadequate before the Divine Envoy's lethal methods.
It merely held on for half a second, and when placed into the flames, the dark red surface began to seep a blood-like liquid that instantly evaporated.
A strange fragrance also dispersed, refreshing the soul.
Before the attempt, Fu Qian had wondered if it would smell like roasted crab claws; however, it proved it did not.
It was an attractive fragrance on almost a genetic level, leading one's thoughts irresistibly toward carnal desires.
After inhaling it, Fu Qian even recalled a movie he had seen years ago.
In that movie, the protagonist gathered the scents of many women to create a masterful perfume, perhaps a hundred times diluted compared to the current situation?
Suddenly, the entire bar fell victim; the scene and sounds turned chaotic, so much so that no one noticed the human torch nearby.
No need to thank me.
