Zhang Yan's Ice Concept might have been able to suppress the Fire Concept if both of their strengths were equal.
At that moment, Zhang Yan's Ice Concept was nothing at all in front of the Eighth Level Advance Fire Concept that Feng Tian Wu had comprehended. It could be easily crushed.
'Whoosh! Whoosh!'
Faced with the burning flame that was getting bigger and bigger on the whip in Feng Tian Wu's hand, Zhang Yan forcefully attacked with the strength of 978 ancient horned dragons' with both his palms.
However, his force was inferior to the burning flame on the whip that contained a thousand ancient horned dragons' strength as Feng Tian Wu swept the whip out.
'Baam!'
A loud thud spread out, and a series of ear-piercing explosions reverberated over and over again. The flames in the air engulfed Zhang Yan like a gigantic flame beast. It took awhile for the flames to disappear.
Zhang Yan's body was thrown off as he spat out blood that rose from his throat. He looked extremely pale.