"A Middle-Grade Defensive Magical Treasure? It's so powerful that even flames hot enough to melt metal can't harm it?" The sorrow and anger on the faces of Ma Rufei, Chen Chaoyue, Zhang Haijun, and Wu Qianqian vanished, replaced by ecstasy and shock.
They had thought Zhang Bin had been burned to ashes in the horrific flames. It felt like their world had collapsed. Little did they know it was just a false alarm. Only now did they realize they were drenched in cold sweat, their clothes soaked through.
"You idiot, weren't you acting so arrogant just now? Weren't you so sure of yourself, wanting to kill me and take my treasures?"
Zhang Bin emerged like a Demon God from Hell, radiating an overwhelming aura and pressure. His eyes shot out beams of ice-cold light.
"Kill..."
