The fight on the other side of the battlefield had a far more heated pace, with heated being the perfect word to describe it.
Khan had lost count of how many times he had burned, both outside and inside. Those torturous exchanges had become so common that he should have grown numb to them, but the pain always felt new and terrible.
To make things worse, there was no way around it. Whenever Khan tried something, a miniature star would be waiting for him, immediately exploding in all its scorching radiance.
And Khan could endure it. His cells and crackling mana kept his body in one piece, shielding his vital insides, protecting him, and allowing him to continue fighting. Yet, the pain wasn't something he could avoid or fend off.
The superficial layers of Khan's skin never remained intact for long. The surrounding heat was too unbearable, burning them, only for Khan's inhuman healing properties to kick in.
