Zhao Feng had never felt such an overwhelming, aggressive elemental aura before.
In front of this suffocating heat and explosive moisture, he seemed to have completely forgotten about the raw, bloody scent of the Tyrant's Brew, which he had praised as the ultimate war-wine just seconds ago.
The Three Bears of Ouyang eagerly crowded around the glass jar.
As the blue slime frantically tried to process the Searing Mana Cube, the pristine, cooling mist it emitted mixed with the violently hot, golden-crimson energy of the cube, creating a mesmerizing, swaying reflection in the air.
The elemental aura penetrated deep into their combat-starved souls, and they were involuntarily intoxicated as they deeply inhaled the dense Qi.
Ouyang Zhen, the eldest brother, contentedly placed his large hands near the jar, feeling the intense, vibrating heat.
As he absorbed the ambient energy, his rugged face was filled with a look of absolute, unadulterated enjoyment.
