However, facing this scene, Yang Fan’s eyes, burning with divine fire, remained coldly indifferent.
The cursed ripples, powerful enough to shatter the souls of True Immortal realm experts, were like snowflakes falling into a furnace the moment they touched the crimson-gold divine flames flowing around his body. They merely hissed softly before being instantly incinerated, leaving behind only faint, nearly invisible wisps of filthy black smoke.
"Futile." Yang Fan’s voice resonated through his battle armor like a chill echoing in space.
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