"Muer, run quickly!"
An anxious voice reached her ears…
Mu Ruyue turned her head and saw a scene she would never forget in her lifetime.
The Mandala pattern on the man's face was gradually being replaced by black lines, supplanting the originally charming purple. There was no wind, yet his purple robe gently billowed as if caressed by a breeze.
Flames…
Countless black flames emanated from his body, spreading in all directions from him as the center. He seemed to be in great pain, and his once charming features were now twisted with a terrifying expression.
Wherever the flames touched, the forest turned to waste, leaving behind a startling expanse of charred earth.
Feeling the intensity of that power, Mu Ruyue experienced a palpable sense of trepidation. If Ye Wuchen hadn't pushed her a moment ago, causing her to roll down the hill, the consequences might have been unimaginable…
