Luo Xuan whispered a spell, his voice echoing in the air like a curse. The countless hellfire flames, seemingly guided by some mysterious force, instantly transformed into dragons that coiled around Ye Chen. The scorching heat intertwined with a bone-chilling cold, creating a bizarre and terrifying spectacle.
Ye Chen’s face turned deathly pale, and beads of cold sweat rolled down his forehead. He could clearly feel the bone-piercing cold eroding his willpower. Under the assault of the frozen flames, his soul within him began to tremble, as if it might at any moment be torn from his body and completely devoured by the hellfire. He gritted his teeth, struggling to maintain the connection between his soul and his physical form; he knew that if his soul were to leave his body, the consequences would be unimaginable.
At this moment, he faced a severe test of life and death. Only by relying on his own tenacious will and powerful cultivation could he find a glimmer of hope in this life-or-death struggle.
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