C43 Chapter 43

In a split second, he felt like he’d just watched hell creep closer—roaring flames laced with sooty black fire rushing straight at him, close enough to scorch him to ash.

Xia Yuanzhi was sweating like crazy, stiff as a board, too scared to move.

His hand was still on Su Jiyue’s back. The chill around Qin Yaochen thickened, so heavy it felt like there wasn’t even room to breathe