BOOM——!!!
A dark red pillar of light, like a lava torrent with a life of its own, erupted from Jiang Wei's small frame, instantly sweeping outwards in all directions.
It wasn't fire.
At least not in the ordinary sense of the word.
It was viscous and deep, like a mixture of molten obsidian and the core of a star, carrying an extreme high temperature that warped the air into mournful cries.
Wherever the dark red passed, the air emitted a piercing 'hiss', instantly igniting...
The thick, slippery, cold layer of humus underfoot, like thin ice under scorching sun, vaporized noiselessly, revealing charred, cracked rocks and twisted tree roots beneath.
The dark green vines, coiling like giant pythons, upon contact with the dark red stream, barely had time to struggle before succumbing like wax statues tossed into a furnace.
Starting at the point of contact, they quickly softened, collapsed, and finally turned into wisps of foul-smelling blue smoke...
