The Demonic Energy Shield protected his body, as the Dragon Tiger Qi expelled the unclean air. In just a few minutes, Qianhu felt at least one-tenth of his inner strength being sapped away. He looked around at the Mountain God's Resentment that was diffusing, the spreading flames, and the everywhere-present indescribable presence, his eyes filled with concern.
Zhou Li, you can't die!
Swinging his hand, he sliced open the collapsing roof of the wooden hut. Qianhu, holding his breath and focusing his mind, twitched his ears, seeming to have heard something. He kicked off from a rock beside him and quickly darted toward the village chief's house not far away.
In two to three minutes, Qianhu made his way through the wall of fire, cleaved through the unclean and resentful air, and then arrived at the nearest intersection to the village chief's house. It was then that he suddenly saw a massive, thick pillar standing within the chief's dwelling.
No, not a pillar!
