The traces of pain on Long Haochen’s face seemed to lessen, but as the Saint Spiritual Stove returned to his body, a sudden surge of even more intense pain erupted.
A rich reddish-golden flame melted Long Haochen’s and Cai’er’s first home almost instantly, making him directly fall down to the ground. From the effects of the sudden sunlight fire, what was left of his clothes burned, leaving nothing behind. By chance, that reddish-golden flame formed a perfect screen, making it so that only his silhouette could be seen faintly, making his situation look unclear.
Haoyue stared at Long Haochen, Little Light glaring the most, intensely exuding a surge of helplessness from his eyes, before once again lying down on the ground, and closing his six eyes. A ball of similar sunlight fire appeared above Haoyue’s head, moving rhythmically.
But at that last moment, everyone could be said to be quite relaxed.
