Runsheng crossed his arms.
After storing power through his whole body, he slowly opened them.
With the dull grind of muscle and bone, a mighty wave of qi kept pouring out.
Standing at the very front, he raised a shield for his companions behind him.
The old Runsheng couldn’t have controlled his qi this finely, but after the “crash course” upgrades, doing this had become easy for him.
The flames surged in, instantly like eggs thrown into boiling water and quickly scattered.
Around Li Zhuiyuan and the others, from the ground to above their heads, it was as if a heavy blanket of flame had been spread.
The corridor here was wide, but it was still a sealed space.
Once the fire grew large and fierce enough, most people had no ability to resist; even those with means of resistance had no time to react.
Screams never stopped.
Many jianghu people, when just a gate away from the Dragon King’s courtyard, saw their bodies and the dreams in their hearts of suddenly soaring high and making a name for themselves turn to flying ash.
Tan Wenbin kept turning his body; the information he sensed was transmitted through the red thread in real time into Little Lord Yuan’s mind, so Li Zhuiyuan could grasp the situation outside even when his sight was blocked.
The four women’s positions held firm.
They used their own methods to withstand the sweep of the flames.