Unfortunately, they must guard the safety of the Divine Land, so it's not possible for them to all go abroad.
...
Su Yue has no idea that he is tugging at the hearts of many.
In his eyes, there is only that iron rod.
In truth, it's a very ordinary iron rod, just forged in a special way—the real flame it can summon is mostly for scaring demon beasts and drying clothes, nothing more.
However, by a stroke of fate, the iron rod complements Huo Feifan's battle technique.
And Su Yue can shatter the iron rod with just one finger.
This is actually a mechanism within the iron rod, originally meant to prevent it from falling into the hands of the Wet Ghost Tower's tribes.
Su Yue gazes at Huo Feifan.
His expression is feral, eyes wide with fury; this attack must have been executed with his full strength.
That's for the best.
Rumble!
Rumble!
The iron rod is only a meter away from Su Yue's face—within a blink, his skull could be shattered.
