Threads of pure dragon fire, like living sprites, slowly coiled and rose around him, casting him in the image of an ancient deity born from flame and destruction.
He slowly raised his head, his vertical pupils burning with blazing golden flames, and gazed down without a shred of emotion upon the inferno he had single-handedly created.
Apathetic, majestic, and unchallengeable.
At the edge of the endless sea of fire, a tiny figure struggled in agony under the searing heat of the magma.
Xia Lianxue's Protective Gang Sha had long since shattered.
The extreme heat was rapidly melting away the ice-elemental body she took so much pride in.
She struggled to lift her head, and through the distorted air, she saw the god-like figure in the distance.
A miserable, bitter smile appeared on her face.
So this was it...
The ultimate attack she had risked everything to unleash...
...was still so utterly insignificant before him.
