C1132 Melting Devil

*Bang!*

As Qiyuan Hall beat a hasty retreat, a hand composed of molten lava burst forth and slammed into its chest.

Qiyuan Hall was sent reeling through the air, struggling to stabilize his form before glaring icily at the sudden emergence of lava.

"What is that..."

The sight of the lava startled Chu Lin and the others, triggering the image of a familiar figure in their minds