"Cough, cough..."
Su Chen collapsed to the ground. His chest heaved like a bellows as he gasped for the warm air around him, his throat thick with the taste of blood.
This victory had been far more difficult than the last. He had played almost all his trump cards, but no matter what, he had still won in the end.
A blinding light caught the corner of his eye. He looked up to see that the outermost layer of Fog Ashes had already dispersed. However, the inner and core layers of Fog Ashes were churning endlessly, as if they had been agitated.
The Flame Fire, enveloped in the center, flared dozens of yards high. Despite being so close, Su Chen didn't feel any discomfort. Instead, it felt like a gentle spring breeze, warm and soft against his skin.
SZZT... CRACKLE—
Su Chen faintly heard the noise. The remaining Fog Ashes, as if trying to suppress the active Flame Fire, drew closer to the center, piling on top of each other and surging upward.
