Outside the flames, many people showed a disappointed expression. They thought Lin Kuang could achieve some extraordinary feat, but Lin Kuang didn't. When he was surrounded by the purple flames, a stick of incense worth of time had already passed.
In everyone's eyes, even if Lin Kuang wasn't dead at this time, he was already severely injured, perhaps even losing the ability to move, so they sighed.
However, Qi Lin's expression was rather unpleasant because he was controlling the purple flames and could sense the situation inside the fire.
He clearly felt that Lin Kuang was not dead but was suffering, enduring his flames.
"Damn it, I want to see how long you can hold on!"
Feeling Lin Kuang struggling inside the flames, Qi Lin thought grimly.
The next moment, Qi Lin waved his palm again, and endless flames erupted from his palm, pouring into the sea of fire before him.
He just didn't believe it, that Lin Kuang could withstand his flames!
