Xiang Xing lay on the ground as he tried his best to stay conscious and breathe, his eyes gazing at the open sky.
Perhaps it would not be long before his eyes closed and his breath ceased forever.
The surrounding vegetation began to burn.
Flames surrounded him.
He was not afraid of fire.
He had never been afraid of it since he was young.
The most serious injury he suffered previously was when the flesh around his entire arm and half of his chest disappeared, revealing those crimson bones.
In the end, he survived.
Logically speaking, he probably possessed a special talent that made him different from ordinary people.
However, the strange illness that flared up from time to time caused him to constantly teeter on the edge of life and death.
In terms of cultivation, he was not much stronger than an ordinary heaven's blessed.
Within the Xiang family, he was not considered particularly outstanding.