"Brother Wen! Brother Wen!"
Ling Feng saw Wen Tingguang's face filled with tragic resolve and heaved a light sigh, tightly clenching his fists.
Unfortunately, at this moment, he was incapable of offering any help.
Right after Wen Tingguang flew out, the mountain Ling Feng was on suddenly ignited with blazing flames that rapidly spread, enveloping several connected mountains and sealing off all routes of escape.
"Damn!" Ling Feng's eyelids twitched as he quickly flicked his fingers, sending out a gust of Finger Wind.
Sss!
The Finger Wind, wrapped in a surge of True Qi, collided with the flames and was instantly incinerated, utterly unable to affect the fiery flames in the slightest.
"This..." Ling Feng furrowed his brow and took a deep breath, pulling out the Red Fire Golden Wind Sword he had obtained from the Cangqiong Sect.
Clang, clang!
