In the flesh and blood lair, the four stood facing each other.
An invisible heatwave swept across the entire venue instantly.
The air seemed to distort from the high temperature, and the pervasive red glow flickered uncertainly.
The surrounding tentacles that were originally writhing emitted fearful screeches and shrank back into the flesh walls, as if encountering a natural enemy.
Fang Cheng stood with his feet apart, shoulder-width.
It was the most ordinary stance.
Yet at this moment, he seemed to be accumulating destructive power.
The flesh beneath his feet had been burned pitch black, emitting a sizzling sound like a hot iron brand.
In a view only he could see, a semi-transparent panel quietly appeared.
At the bottom of the panel, a skill that was originally gray was now rapidly flashing red.
It was as if unlocking some seal, releasing a massive power from deep within the body, the most primal essence.
