"Is this a flame?"
"How come it's a chill air?"
Though pitch-black fireballs engulf them, Heavenly River and the elder urge their True Yuan to resist the cold, feeling a surge of intense unease.
"They're trapped in the fireball!" The people of the Dragon God Palace are more shocked than ever, having never seen flames that are black before.
"Such a terrifying chill, could the Hall Master be planning to freeze them to death?"
"Wu Fire is a flame, how can it spread such coldness?"
"The Hall Master plans to burn them alive!"
The crowd of the Dragon God Palace discuss in terror, all eyes fixed on the black fireball.
Feng Wuchen waves his hand, dissolving the Formation, and arrives in a flash.
Trapped within the Wu Fire, Heavenly River and the elder, Feng Wuchen doesn't feel the slightest fear.
"How is it? Are you satisfied with this cold?" Feng Wuchen asks with a cold sneer.
