"Ah, ah, ah…"
The group of experts cried out in misery as the eight different flames from the revered eight trigrams furnace burned them until they were rolling on the ground.
"Ow, ow, ow"
Within the origin magnetic cave, Chu Feng was in seventh heaven. However, he kept on howling in order to act as if he was even more miserable than the others. His loud voice reverberated throughout the place.
Two different cries denoting two very different outcomes.
Some among the group of kings had already succumbed to the tribulation and turned to ash.
Chu Feng, on the other hand, was feeling extremely comfortable as prismatic energy particles rushed towards his body.
Everyone outside the domain was startled. What exactly was happening here? They heard the anguished howls of the host of kings who were doubtlessly experiencing a great calamity.
But they felt something was off when they heard Chu Feng's cries.