"Poor kid, this fire pillar seems quite powerful."
"Its power might be comparable to an atomic bomb explosion."
"So, are you planning to take it head-on or what? It's about to erupt, you know."
Fenrir said with a frown.
"That's my business."
Yang Yan urged:
"You go notify Ao Tian quickly, or that guy in the golden robe will really get away."
After seeing Fenrir leave, Yang Yan turned to look at the fire pillar that was already starting to deform.
This is a sign of its impending eruption.
If it erupts here, not just Manhattan, but even other districts would be hard to escape disaster.
"Damn, these guys caused this mess and expect me to clean up!"
"If it weren't for Hanyun and the others being here, I wouldn't care if you die or not."
Yang Yan cursed angrily, then tore off his black robe.
"The birds fly away from the thousand mountains, the paths vanish from the ten thousand trails; the lone boat of an old man in a bamboo hat, fishing solitary in the cold river snow."
