Chapitre 716: Save Me, Ansel! - II

Within the rift of the mirage realm stretched an infinite sea of flames.

Perhaps not quite so hyperbolic, this might merely be an illusion conjured by Evora's spatial dominion, advanced to unfathomable heights. Yet, the ceaseless, searing sensation of conflagration remained undeniably real.

As they traversed the fiery expanse, the extraordinary beings pondered: Without protection, relying solely on their own power, how long could they endure this inferno?

Ten minutes? Twenty?

The intensity had diminished considerably, reduced to a vast ocean of Feast Flames. But if these were the purest, truest Source Flames... would they last ten seconds? Twenty? Or be consumed in an instant?

Such thoughts only fortified their resolve to vanquish Evora.

As the nine-headed serpent at the vanguard shattered one spatial labyrinth after another with brute force, as if shattering mirrors, their hearts pounded with increasing ferocity and fervor.