In the burgeoning blaze, the mangled flesh was instantly reduced to a puff of ash and utterly annihilated.
The Old Witch's eyes widened, her face filled with astonishment. 'Just like that... he's dead?'
She was filled with fear and shock, hesitating, wondering if she should go up and try.
THUMP, THUMP...
Suddenly, the sound of a powerfully beating heart echoed from the void. The first thing to appear was a brilliant soul-flame, resplendent and glorious, bursting forth with the radiance of a blazing sun.
Then, molten red iron poured and spread, reforging his bones under the flames' countless refinements, outlining the complex contours of a human body.
A magma-like light flowed along his blood vessels, and his organs and flesh were reborn from the furnace fire.
When Zhou Chen opened his eyes again, a dazzling, flowing flame lit up within them, as if an impure metal had been through a steel furnace's Forging, creating an unprecedented, solemn, and divine aura!
