SNAP!
Mo Qi snapped his fingers lightly and whispered, "Out!"
The raging heatwave came to an abrupt halt. The rampaging Beast Fire, like a frail candle flame, was snuffed out by an invisible hand.
A cool breeze swept through. Aside from the scorched and ravaged ground that spoke of the searing heat from a moment before, everything felt like a dream.
Even Feng Zhang, the one at the center of it all, was dumbfounded.
'What's going on?'
'Why did my Beast Fire suddenly go out of control?'
Just now, at the very moment Mo Qi snapped his fingers, he had clearly sensed the intense fear emanating from his Beast Fire.
Then, like a mouse that had seen a cat, it had instantly retreated deep into his body, ignoring all of Feng Zhang's attempts to command it.
In the end, the Beast Fire even unilaterally severed its connection with Feng Zhang.
Feng Zhang was in a complete panic.
Fire was one of an Alchemy Master's most fundamental tools.
