Hu Qi slowly straightened up, flicking the blood from his wrist.
A good portion of his clothes had turned to Ashes. The slightest movement sent them fluttering down from his body.
Wisps of faint white smoke rose from his form.
The exposed skin on his torso and arm was covered in large blisters and charred black, as if it had been seared by intense flames.
Dark red blood flowed from the split-open wounds.
These were all burns caused by the flames from Ired.
The flames hadn't looked very large.
But upon contact, one would discover the extremely high temperature contained within the streams of fire.
If an ordinary person had suffered such injuries, they would likely be on the ground, screaming ceaselessly.
These injuries already qualified as severe burns.
But Hu Qi's expression was as placid as an old well. It was as if the arm wasn't his own, as if he couldn't feel any pain at all.
He walked over and closed the door.
Then he turned his gaze to the unconscious Ired.
