The intense fire, scorching like a tide, engulfed Li Yuan.
It surged into every pore, every orifice of his body, and flowed out from another direction.
His entire being nearly lost its form and transformed into a radiant silhouette.
The copper bell in his hand had long since melted into liquid and no longer sounded. His clothes and trousers had been burned to ashes. His flawless skin and robust flesh were continuously washed and scoured in this vast sea of withered fire.
If there was no fire within him, he might have already been reduced to ashes at this moment, only to wait for the drop of blood from Lady Yan to slowly resurrect him.
Yet even with the fire, he was immensely uncomfortable.
This Yang Qi was overwhelmingly domineering.
This is the Yang Qi that extended from the Eternal Night.
