Bab 68: 068 Netherworld White Tiger

In Chen Hao's mind, he saw clusters of dazzling red flames rushing toward the shadowy figure, and then he felt as if he was engulfed by scorching fires that burnt even the skin exposed to the air.

Afterward, it was as if the blazing inferno seeped into his body, scorching his bones. His heart thumped wildly as if trying to burst out of his chest, each beat seemingly fueling a new onslaught from the flames.

At this moment, Ye Yuqiao called Tang Jing and Tang Chao from upstairs. Seeing Chen Hao's body convulsing, struggling, his face so red it was purpling, and the cold sweat on his body being evaporated into a misty vapor, all three were taken aback.

"Chen Hao!" Ye Yuqiao grabbed his shoulder. In an instant, she felt an intense burning pain in her palm. She let go and exclaimed, "He's burning up!"