Ao Cangsheng shook his head and smiled, "I don't know! All I know so far, there is nothing that can't be burned by the Emperor's Fire."
Wen Yan sat down again and said, "Why, you mean to say this Emperor finishes work, anything can be burned?"
Ao Cangsheng nodded, "Yes, so far!"
He was in disbelief, grabbed a handful of sand, and slowly released the flames onto the ground.
Everyone knows that sand cannot be ignited, even if the fire can only make the sand blacken, it cannot be burned.
"Sad!"
As the sand in his hand continued to fall onto the Emperor's Fire, the face of the sitting barbarian began to change color.
Because, after contact with the Emperor's Fire, the sand vanished one grain after another. Just like the skin earlier, with no sound and no smoke, it burned in the air as if swallowed directly.
With the sand completely burned away, the lips of the barely sitting man began to age. He was shocked, yet still a bit unwilling.
