The Flame Fire Forbidden Land.
Every inch of air felt as if it had been steeped in magma, searing hot to the touch.
Streams of coalesced Evil Qi twisted and rose like steam, scorching the surrounding desolate mountains until they were charred black. Even the rubble shimmered with faint waves of heat.
In this Desolate Land where deathly silence and scorching heat intertwined, a long-planned ambush had finally erupted.
"You're courting death!"
A sharp roar, like the tearing of silk, ripped through the suffocatingly heavy air.
Unexpectedly, upon hearing Chu Fan's taunts, Zhang Ling'Er—her mind long twisted by hatred and having fallen to the Demon Dao—did not let her rage cloud her judgment.
Perched atop a protruding, charred boulder, she looked down on Chu Fan and sneered, "I was planning to settle the score with you later..."
"But I never expected you to be so reckless as to deliver yourself to my doorstep."
"Chu Fan, this is your doom!"
