He felt as if his body was being gripped by a giant, invisible hand. Every muscle and bone groaned under the unbearable pressure.
What was even more terrifying was that a scorching power erupted from within, furiously incinerating his Qi and Blood.
"What... is this..." the Close Combat Priest managed to force out, fear showing in his eyes for the first time.
Xu Wuyi didn't answer.
He simply clenched his fist.
POP!
A bowl-sized bloody hole blasted open in the Close Combat Priest's chest. Dark gold flames gushed out from the wound, instantly engulfing him.
Three seconds later, the flames dissipated, leaving only a pile of charred ash.
The Fire Priest's pupils contracted sharply.
'A level-42 Close Combat Priest, dead in a single exchange? Without even a chance to fight back?'
'Flee!' It was the only thought in the Fire Priest's mind.
