The orange-red flames danced, casting their glow over the barren ridge.
Deep red clouds of fire covered the sky, bringing a sense of oppression that would terrify even descending saints.
At that time, the scorching heat was like invisible chains, gradually tightening around the necks of all living beings.
To breathe in such an environment required one to use all their life's strength, desperately struggling.
Just like a drowning person, failing to grasp the only driftwood, the inevitable result would be becoming unregarded dry bones.
"Roar!!!"
At the summit of Flame Lotus Mountain, a berserk Primordial Dragon Demon stood with feet planted firmly on the ground, like a mighty war deity, full of domineering presence.
His legs were covered in massive muscles, making him appear thick and strong, and a casual kick seemed like it could collapse a mountain.
