Within just a few seconds, after the relentless reverberation of Flame Light and Destruction plowed through, the entire Forest Country had literally turned into a Melting Furnace Hell.
Yet Ji Jue did not feel pain or discomfort, instead, he was as joyful as a fish in water, and didn't even need to use his protective suit.
From the holes left by the past disaster of the Flame Tide, Black Flame surged, engulfing the steel body, leaving traces of remnants on the land he passed, creating a line of slowly spreading dark footprints.
He walked forward in the sea of flames, step by step, feeling the thorns on his chest grow at an incredible speed, in response to the feedback of the Forest Country.
In a fleeting moment, how many has he really killed?
Hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands?!
He never dreamed that one day, his hands would be stained with such thick bloodshed, yet equally unexpected was his own calmness at this moment.
Coldly gazing at the Hell before him.
