Duan Shuiliu also became somewhat calmer, staring solemnly at the gap.
"Fight! Why won't you fight!"
"Mere magma, how could it possibly harm me!"
Moments later, his gaze was once again filled with violence and bloodlust as he brandished his sword and charged toward Ning Fan.
Ning Fan furrowed his brows, speaking irritably, "Think you're invincible after popping some pills?"
"Since you're so eager to court death, I'll grant you your wish!"
With that, Ning Fan fiercely pushed Duan Shuiliu away with a palm strike and, ignoring the magma quickly approaching him, continued to walk towards Duan Shuiliu.
The intense pressure made Duan Shuiliu regain a trace of sanity, and a hint of fear actually appeared in his blood-red eyes.
Even with the aid of drugs, he was no match for Ning Fan, and such an enormous gap in strength instilled unstoppable fear in him.
Then he suddenly saw not far away, Su Qingcheng and Huo Erba retreating down the mountain.