"Ah!" Young Master Wushang let out a pained howl to the heavens, and immediately, bizarre blood-red flames enveloped his body, instantly transforming him into a man ablaze with roaring blood-colored fire. Amidst the flames, Young Master Wushang's pitiful wails resonated, like that of a pig being slaughtered.
Hong Yue and Little Moli stared blankly at Young Master Wushang, who had suddenly become a man of fire. From the blood-colored flames, they sensed a power that made their hearts palpitate.
Hong Yue suddenly stood up, looking at the dense blood-colored branches and leaves above, and clasping her fists, said, "Thank you, senior, for lending a hand in our rescue!" After speaking, Hong Yue continued to gaze upward, quietly waiting for a response. At that moment, Little Moli also stood up, disregarding the trace of blood at the corner of her mouth, copying Hong Yue's gesture, raised her head, and clasping her fists, said, "Thank you, senior, for lending a hand in our rescue!"
