Han Lei's eyes were bloodshot, the flames so intense they were several times more powerful than a flamethrower. Within the twenty-meter-long corridor, the blazing flames filled every inch of space. Despite Jack's continuous efforts, the ice shield he conjured was melting at a visible rate, solidifying… melting… solidifying... in a continuous cycle. Elder Yang and Jiang Yue frantically mobilized their True Qi, trying to contain the flames within the doorway.
Even so, Han Lei and the others could still feel the scorching breath of the flames, guessing that even steel could melt under such heat.
One could imagine that Ye Fan, being flesh and blood, must have already turned into ashes by now.
