Amidst his loud laughter.
His body turned to ashes.
The Cold Mountain Giant King's physique couldn't even withstand the lava.
How could he possibly resist?
Yet the words he left behind before dying made Jiang Fan's heart thump heavily.
His face grew exceptionally grave.
"Hahaha, all that fierceness, and now you've become cannon fodder?"
Gu Xin'er, who had been huddled at the back, suddenly grabbed the five-zhang-long Wolf Fang Club.
She looked up and laughed heartily.
Dharma Seal Vajra put away the Demon-Subduing Pestle, clasped his hands together, and said, "Amitabha, well done."
He looked at Jiang Fan and said, "Thank you, Master Jiang, for saving us."
Bai Xin also nodded toward Jiang Fan, "Thank you."
"You're really powerful."
If not for the Infinite Ring playing its role at the last moment, they would all have died a miserable death on the spot.
Jiang Fan collected his thoughts.
