Mo Ye felt the blood in his body steaming, and extreme pain rose from the depths of his soul.
Beads of cold sweat dripped from Mo Ye's forehead.
He was a person who could endure pain well. When he fused with the Evolutionary Demon Blood, the pain was so intense, yet he endured it. Now, this kind of terrifying pain was even more frightening than that day, and he actually felt a sense of wishing for death over life.
More terrifying was.
The Demon Flame was gradually evaporating the blood in his body, as if aiming to burn him into a dried corpse.
Jin Hao sneered, "Mo Ye, I don't care what secret your blood holds, but before absolute power, you have no room to resist!"
Full of resentment, he swung his fist mercilessly toward Mo Ye.
This Devil Flame technique was something he never intended to use. It's powerful, but this technique sacrifices his own strength to the Fake Fire.
