"Ah! You... Ah!!"
A figure struggled on the ground, engulfed in roaring flames, unable to hold back a painful scream that sounded somewhat familiar.
Hiss hiss hiss!
Amid the tumbling flames, a faint ice-blue light appeared; he was gathering ice elements to resist, trying to extinguish the flames on his body.
Large amounts of white steam rose from his body, yet the flames showed no signs of weakening.
Shao Zifeng bent down to pick up a lighter that had fallen to the ground. The flame reflected on his face, casting an uncertain shadow.
Click!
The metal cap opened, and sparks from the flint fell onto the kerosene-soaked wick, igniting a small flame.
He caressed the pattern on it with his slender fingers, the sunken gold letter L engraved on it; he had a guess about who this person was.
However, he had no intention of withdrawing the flames yet because he felt that unless he completely drained the man's ice elements, he would still have the energy to cause trouble.
