Tian Hao stared in disbelief, his heart pounding as the young man strode forward, wreathed in flames that clung to his body like a second skin.
"What… The… Fuck…" He muttered to himself.
The fire crackled and roared, yet Feng Shen showed no sign of pain—no flinch, no hesitation, just a relentless march that defied all reason:
"I told you… I'll kill you."
Tian Hao stumbled back, his breaths quick and shallow:
"Screw you, you lowly dog!"
Tian Hao began snapping his fingers in a frantic rhythm, urging the flames to grow hotter, fiercer, more violent.
However, this did nothing to deter Feng Shen. He kept moving forward, his steps steady.
To Tian Hao's growing horror, a chilling sound reached his ears—a low, haunting whistle.
The melody was slow and deliberate, a deathly tune that seemed to echo through the blazing air, sending shivers down his spine.
