Swish—
In the ice abyss, Shengongsi Yuzuo's figure swiftly darted through, the wings of spiritual energy long lost their previous steadiness, wounds still seeping blood, remnants of the lightning tribulation.
At that moment, the scorching aura behind him urged him on, the pain making him grit his teeth, cold sweat sliding down his cheeks.
Behind him, a figure engulfed in golden-red flames of the Body Burning Tribulation was in fast pursuit.
Every step Qin Tian took caused the ice beneath his feet to instantly melt into puddles, the steaming white mist around him coalescing into faint vapor, yet upon nearing the tribulation flames it was burned into oblivion.
The golden-red flames danced like living creatures, not making him appear disheveled, but rather accentuating the cold sharpness in his gaze, as if he were a deity wielding flames of punishment.
"Dammit!" Shengongsi Yuzuo sensed the increasingly close scorching aura behind him, his heart pounded in his chest.
