After saying this sentence, an astonishing change appeared on Xuanming's body.
He was in an injured state at the moment, which logically should make him weaker, but reality sped toward the opposite path. The mana fluctuations on his body actually began to strengthen, like a fire pile into which a large amount of flammable material had been thrown, the flames growing larger, bursting out with rolling heat waves.
Orange flames surged again from his palm, their brightness higher than before, gradually tending toward a blinding white. Even observing with Spiritual Perception made one feel as though their consciousness was stung, like eyes meeting strong light. Meanwhile, he no longer kept a careful distance from me but actively shortened it, launching the flames in his hand like firing a cannon.
