The world in front of him was instantly dyed red by the firelight, accompanied by a surge of heat that made one's hair feel singed. Then came a booming shout hidden behind the flames, powerful and stirring. Facing such a blaze, Long Feiyun felt like he was in a sea of fire, yet this firestorm was far more terrifying than any ordinary one.
Instead of moving forward, he stepped back, his feet shifting slightly, and Long Feiyun's figure became eerily blurred. A ripple appeared in the air, and in the blink of an eye, his figure vanished completely. Truly, he deserved the nickname "Ghost."
Seeing Long Feiyun disappear before the flames, Xiao Ruo didn't panic in the slightest and was not thrown off by the sudden change. He was too familiar with Long Feiyun, as if looking at his reflection. The hand shrouded in flames withdrew, and the once torrential flames receded instantly, as if something forcibly pulled them back.
