"In this situation, can't we get rid of him? Imagine how terrifying he'd be at full strength."
At this moment, Wang Genquan's face looked extremely grim. He glanced at Ah Nan, who was wailing in the raging fire beside him, and Zhu Jian, who was now barely alive, gradually turning into a charred corpse.
The two of them were beyond saving.
The furnace flames had ignited them, and extinguishing them was out of the question; being burned to death was only a matter of time.
Moreover, both himself and Xiang Lan were not in great shape either.
He could feel an alien sensation invading his body: the searing heat, the twisting pain—if no measures were taken, they would meet the same fate.
"Hands that can invade the living body's interior?" Xiang Lan stared at Yang Jian, her expression serious, disregarding the pain within her body.
