Tian Wei looked frantically at the continuous sounds of explosions below, with high-temperature steam rising from the flames everywhere.
The screams of the crowd below did not arouse any pity in him.
He didn't care at all about the lives of those mine slaves, nor about those superpower underlings.
His gaze was searching for Liang Yuan's figure.
"Still not dead?"
He grinned hideously, this person was the smartest he had encountered so far.
The opponent had actually discerned the most fatal weakness of his flame superpower.
That was oxygen!
Flames need oxygen to burn. Without it, he was just a humanoid figure with high temperatures.
This was something he couldn't accept.
If this person didn't die and spread the method to defeat him, Tian Wei would immediately fall to the bottom of the four camp leaders.
Even more terrifying, he would lose control over this mining area!
Therefore, he must kill this person!
He must not let him live!
