In the face of this situation, Hu Qi's expression was impassive.
As he raised his hand, threads of flame shot out from between his fingers, coiling up his arm. The fire spread and swelled at a terrifying speed.
In the blink of an eye, the flames gathered at his fist, forming a thick fire column that shot out explosively.
PFFT!
DONG!
The two sounds rang out almost simultaneously.
The moment the bluish-black arm touched the golden fire dragon, it was vaporized into black smoke and purified.
Its momentum unabated, it then slammed directly into the Yin Yellow Bell.
A colossal bell toll echoed. Then, Wei Fan watched in horror as the Yin Yellow Bell protecting him simply collapsed and shattered.
The next second, he was completely engulfed by the fire dragon.
When the flames dissipated, Wei Fan was gone.
Where he had stood, the solid, steel-reinforced ground had twisted into undulating waves. Under the searing heat, it melted into pools of orange-red liquid iron.
