In the secret realm, a persistent intense heat assaults, each inch of the land beneath scaldingly hot, as if it has just undergone an apocalyptic calamity.
The once lush forest has now turned into scorched earth, with only damaged trunks left standing like skeletal remains.
The air is filled with a pungent burnt smell mixed with the stench of beast blood, lingering long in the deathly silent secret realm.
Lu Xuan slowly raised his eyes, gazing towards the devastating sea of flames still raging in the distance.
Fiery black gold flames, like raging fire dragons, rampantly rolled through the secret realm.
Wherever they went, the earth turned blisteringly hot, trees converted to flying ash, and rocks burned red.
Then, Lu Xuan lightly raised his right arm, slowly lifting his right hand, his fingers gradually clenched tightly.
In a flash, an intensely rotating black vortex appeared at the palm of Lu Xuan's right hand.
