Before it could finish its sentence, a familiar voice shouted at it.
It was Feng, who noticed pink bubbles rising from beneath it and quickly alerted it.
Instantly, it broke into a cold sweat.
Before it could react, Lin Caisang's long whip was already cracking through the air, wrapping around the dazed Yao and tossing him to the side.
The next moment, a powerful ground fire erupted from the spot where Yao had been standing.
A larger wave of heat swept over, almost engulfing everyone.
Everyone: "..."
Now, not only did the group of three turncoat individuals, but everyone else also chose to believe their words.
It was not feasible to call it a coincidence. Why was ground fire not emerging from beneath them, only from under Yao?
Could it be because Yao was... good-looking?
Of course, that was impossible. The only possibility was that the ground fire was being attracted by something on Yao's person.
What did he have that no one else did?
