A low rumble echoed across the mountain plateau, where shattered stones and scorched earth marked the intensity of countless clashes.
Blazing heat shimmered in the air, rippling like a mirage.
In the center stood Shan Yifeng, breathing hard, shirt torn, body streaked with blood and soot. His eyes burned with quiet determination.
Across from him stood Angie, her arms crossed, hair whipping in the wind, eyes glowing faintly with a golden hue.
Flames coiled lazily around her like loyal serpents, dangerous and elegant.
"You're a half-blood," she called out, voice clear and commanding. "The Crimson Flame Dragon blood runs in your veins. Awaken it properly, or it'll consume you completely."
Shan Yifeng gritted his teeth and surged forward again, fists crackling with heat, his silhouette blurring with speed.
With each step, his aura flared brighter, wild and unstable but growing.
