A slap sent the future Buddha Jialan Gunna reeling with heavy wounds, Su Heng showed no mercy, a single finger gently pointing forward, his body's strength flowing like a babbling brook, instantaneously converging at his fingertip—
Boom!
A blazing, dark red beam of light shot forth.
Within the lush jungle, a giant fireball appeared out of thin air.
The air expanded with heat, the ground churned, the surrounding soil and vegetation were shredded to pieces, turning into countless wisps of black smoke drifting away.
Scorching waves of air rushed towards him, making Su Heng's clothes flutter wildly.
"Hiss—"
A stream of white smoke escaped from the corner of Su Heng's mouth, quickly dissipating in the gusting wind.
Su Heng's brows deeply furrowed, the black-and-red blood vessels in his pupils burst. An intense and terrifying intuition made him vaguely aware of something amiss in his surroundings.
