Seeing this cluster of flames, Stephen looked as if he had seen a ghost.
Behind him, the air raid shelter was filled with gasoline, a roaring fire was blazing and sweeping toward him.
The safest place at the moment was the entrance.
But if the entrance was set ablaze by this man, then there would be no chance of getting out alive.
Stephen's eyes were wide with rage as he looked at this man, yet instinctively he stopped in his tracks, not daring to charge forward.
At a glance, he could tell that the flame between that man's fingers was a strange fire used only by Spiritual Martial Arts masters; once it enveloped him, not even jumping into a pool of water would extinguish it.
Yang Fei blocked Stephen, the Phoenix Mysterious Fire danced playfully between his fingers, appearing proud.
He tentatively asked Stephen a question.
"Is this Eisenhower? Tsk, tsk, how pitiful, to be beaten into such a state."
Stephen looked at this guy's crocodile tears, and his anger surged.
