Zhou Han and Song Yushan were the first to bear the brunt. The violent might completely enveloped them.
A submissive will descended. Under that will, one had to kneel.
Otherwise, it was death.
"Ah!"
"Hiss! So strong!"
Song Yushan screamed and her legs went weak. She wanted to resist, but she realized that in the face of absolute strength, there was nothing she could do.
"Stand further away, or it will affect my performance!"
Zhou Han sent a gentle force over that contained the aura of a true dragon. A mere Fire Lord was nothing.
Song Yushan immediately felt her body lighten and she was pushed dozens of meters away.
Hearing Zhou Han's words, she was a little happy and disappointed.
She was like a burden. Not only could she not help Zhou Han at all, but she also always needed him to save her.
This feeling was very uncomfortable. The difference in strength between him and the person he loved was too great.