In the midst of flight, Lil Wan kept the whole of Ye Xuan's body well-enveloped within a layer of psychic power.
At the Bujin Mountains, a fiery red picture of miasmas pervaded the entire place.
And these miasmas were all of an extremely high temperature.
It was even much more terrifying than the fifty to the sixty-degree temperature of ordinary districts.
Without this layer of psychic power, Ye Xuan's clothes would have gone up in flames within an instant.
It was highly likely that there might not even be many strands of hairs left on his body.
"Whoosh!"
And along the way, as he was making haste, Ye Xuan realized that the vibration speed of the feather of the Red Luan in his hand was actually getting more and more intense.
"What situation is this?"
Ye Xuan felt surprised and got increasingly curious.