Dang Ketao hadn't even finished speaking when he froze on the spot.
Duan Fangchun, who was charging over, had only taken a few steps. Because he had abandoned his healing, the flesh all over his body was being seared by the residual heat, rapidly approaching the state of a medium-well filet mignon.
Of course, for a Cultivator at the Tier Three Divine Power Realm like him, his body could regrow a severed arm. These injuries were hardly fatal.
The real reason for his outburst was that the earlier explosion had embedded numerous vines in his body. At this moment, these inconspicuous vines became the source of his agonizing screams.
The vines, as if stained by his blood, turned a ghastly red. A powerful Devouring force emanated from them, exacerbating his already severe injuries.
