A piece of grilled meat fell onto the ground, giving Duan Yun, who was just snapping out of his thought, quite the heartache.
But what was more bewildering to him was Bu Fang. How dare that fellow… just saunter toward the center of the Supreme-Beings' battle.
"What's he got to gain as a mere seventh grade Battle-Saint?"
Duan Yun might have held a fantasy about obtaining the Ten Thousand Bestial Flame at first, but all such unrealistic imaginations had evaporated by now. There were so many Supreme-Being fighting over it. He would be easily crushed by their pressure as soon as he tried to step in.
He hesitated for a moment and then bellowed at Bu Fang's fading figure. He decided that he had to stop Bu Fang rather than watch him die.
Yet his shouts were drowned by the roars of the battling Supreme-Beings, failing to call Bu Fang back.
