The towering flames lasted for two breaths before quickly dying down, leaving only a few lingering embers.
Yang An gasped for air. The Lighting Technique he had cast upon himself couldn't burn him, at least not in a short period.
So, while he appeared to be at the center of the blaze, he was not actually being scorched.
Instead, because he had ignited all of his own wounds, the rapid blood loss had left him in his weakest state yet.
He didn't have a shred of strength left, as if he had been completely drained.
Black stains left by the scorched blood made him look a mess, like a corpse caked in black mud.
Although the flames had instantly destroyed the Glue Insect Child crushing him, his situation was still far from optimistic.
At least half of the surrounding Glue Insect Child were unharmed. They watched him menacingly, ready to pounce again at any moment.
Yang An summoned all his strength, trying to get up from the ground, but found it difficult to even move a finger.
