The flames spiraled up like a tornado, mercilessly sweeping from below, causing the temperature to rise abruptly. The scorching heat combined with the momentum bursting from within nearly knocked the Dongyue cultivator unconscious.
If it were ordinary people encountering such a move, they would likely be terrified out of their wits. Cen Yueyue, however, feared no one in terms of raw strength. Especially when hidden in the branches, observing her, it gave her a feeling of discomfort which she very much disliked.
The blazing flame enveloped a radius of tens of meters. Murderous intent appeared on the young girl's face. Normally, even if someone were standing above her head just tens of meters apart, or even if a cultivator was treading through the air hundreds of meters away, she would be alerted. If aided by a magic treasure or if the other party intentionally expanded their Sea of Consciousness, she could sense someone approaching from several miles away.
