"Ah!"
Within the Yanran Tribe, Yann Wanyun let out a miserable scream as a blazing flame landed on his body, starting to burn his back.
The tumor-like three heads on his back let out a roaring sound.
In the red fire, a trace of golden flame flickered, burning Yann Wanyun's flesh and blood. As the flesh was incinerated, the veins within dissipated along with it.
Bone-scraping healing requires a bit of ruthlessness. Yann Wanyun's face twisted in agony, his eyes popping out, yet he fiercely and willingly pressed his back against the golden flame.
The three-headed tumor let out a scream, spitting out strange musical notes.
...
"Madman!"
"That Yann has truly gone mad, he's seeking death!"
Inside the underground wooden coffin, Muo Xiao was startled.
Yann Wanyun would rather burn himself to death than allow it to succeed.
How could this be possible? This Human Race is too ruthless.
"Then let's see if you really wish to die!"
