Flames flickered, sending sparks crackling and suddenly flying upward.
Inside the Mountain God Temple, everything sprang back to life.
Chen Yuan slowly turned his face, its contours intermittently illuminated by the dim firelight, his pale golden pupils wild like a beast's, he looked up at a hole in the temple ceiling through the wind and rain outside, his eyes radiating a fierce light.
The next second, his figure turned into an afterimage, the wind it brought up whipped the flames of the campfire into a fire dragon roll soaring into the sky.
In a breath, he appeared two hundred meters in the air, pursuing the Li Family's Martial Storage that had been smashed flying, only about thirty feet behind, fast as a ghost, seemingly teleporting.
And Li Boya, whose crystal armor on his chest split into cracks, upon seeing the face before him, his black and white eagle eyebrows lifted, a chill almost made him lose his voice,
"Ninth Mountain's Colonel, how could you..."
