In the instant the Spirit Fire Array was formed,
the temperature in the banquet hall suddenly soared.
Although Zhao Lesheng had just called the owner of the Sea Cloud Hotel, the hotel security definitely could not stop cultivators like Yu Zhilei and others.
Soon,
Zhao Bingren and the others were sweating profusely, their clothes quickly soaked with sweat, their body's moisture evaporating continuously.
Their throats were so dry they kept swallowing saliva, and in no time at all, their lips were cracked, feeling an agonizing burning sensation all over, as if their bodies were about to melt.
They were only feeling a bit of the residual heat and had already become like this, what about Shen Feng, who was in the midst of the flames?
Hope appeared on the faces of Zhao Bingren and Zhao Lesheng among others; after all, they had initially supported the Wutian Sect and naturally hoped the Sect would destroy Shen Feng.
Shen Feng, enveloped in fierce flames, frowned deeply.
