"Glaire, could that flame just now kill the Thunder God?"
Glaire's eyes were heavy with concern as she looked into the void and sighed deeply, "The temperature of that flame just now was astonishingly high, almost reaching 6,000 degrees Celsius. Do you understand what that means?"
"6,000 degrees Celsius? Hiss!"
"That temperature is comparable to the surface of the Sun!"
Upon hearing this, the Brahman and the South American Priest couldn't help but inhale sharply, their eyes filled with unmistakable shock!
"Yes, it's very close to the temperature on the surface of the Sun!"
Glaire nodded slightly and whispered, "At such a high temperature, gods like you could last at most 10 seconds. If it exceeds 10 seconds, death is certain, and even I wouldn't last more than half a minute!"
"Doesn't that mean that the Thunder God..."
The Brahman and the South American Priest's pupils constricted, their eyes flickering with disbelief, and a touch of schadenfreude.
"Hmm!"
