Boom!
The next second, Han Wei's head was smashed like a watermelon by a palm strike, green flame surged into his limbs and body, and in an instant, his whole body ignited with massive green flames, lighting up the entire Earth Flame Island.
Whoosh!
Just then, a purple lightning bolt suddenly broke through the green flames and shot towards the horizon at a speed that resembled instantaneous movement, escaping a thousand zhang away in a blink of an eye.
Upon closer inspection, there was a three-inch-tall "little man" wrapped inside the purple lightning, with a face exactly the same as Han Wei's—it was his Nascent Soul Magic Body.
At this moment, the "little man" was on fire all over, his face filled with extreme panic and pain.
One li,
Three li,
...
In the blink of an eye, he had escaped more than ten li away, Han Wei felt his panic subside a little and was greatly relieved in his heart, grateful that he had managed to escape death.
