"Su Su, you're alright!"
Zhang Xiaowan's eyeballs nearly popped out. She felt as if she had cried for nothing.
In the sea of fire, Su Han's black hair billowed while his black clothes clung to him like demonic armor. Dark, demonic light radiated from his body, making him look like a Demon God descending upon the world. The Ghostly Face Mask, with its expression that was neither crying nor laughing, added an aura of mystery and terror to his presence.
The fierce and violent Fury Spirit Flame now hesitated, swirling around Su Han as if it dared not approach.
Meanwhile, Qing Wu felt she was going mad. My full-powered Earth Rank High Level Martial Technique, launched with the strength of the Ninth Layer of the Divine Power Realm, should have incinerated him! How could it have failed? This is absurd!
Moreover, the aura now emanating from Su Han made her scalp tingle and her heart sink into an abyss, as if the Grim Reaper itself had turned its gaze upon her.
