"This is already the strongest wave; he can't hold on much longer."
Jun Baimu gazed at the god-sparrow phantom suspended across the sky, still shaken as he said, "The God Sparrow's breath—blood flames split the flesh, searing and refining; at such intensity, even if it were Xiao Ming, he couldn't last more than two hours!"
Shi Hu glanced sidelong at Jun Baimu, wishing to retort, but having to admit his reasoning was sound.
However, when Xu Yang does something, ordinary logic does not apply!
"What is he doing?"
Suddenly someone cried out in shock.
Jun Baimu's pupils contracted sharply, a look of incredulity in his eyes.
They saw Xu Yang's body suddenly erupt with a terrifying devouring force, enveloping the surrounding void.
As if dissatisfied with the impact of the blood flames, he deliberately increased the pull.
One must know, at this moment only he remained in the field, and the onslaught from the god-sparrow phantom was entirely focused upon him.
