Smith and Lancelot beat a hasty retreat, but Cao Chun stayed behind.
"Flames that can burn everything!"
Cao Chun picked up the second Dragon Roll Fish Fin Sausage, and as he chewed, a burst of heat exploded in his mouth, coursing down his throat and assaulting his entire body.
Sweat incessantly dripped from his face.
He felt his mouth trembling in waves; with each tremor, it was as if a Bursting Flame cannon was locking onto the elusive Gate of Extremes, countless fiery cannonballs, trailing long streaks of light, bombarding the secret gate.
Crack.
No key necessary—the stolid Gate of Extremes, after holding out for a moment, also ultimately declared its collapse.
Amidst the dust, countless Flame Spirits cheered and leapt, surging toward the new world behind the Gate of Extremes, a pristine world—magnificent, magical, dreamlike. Just glancing at a corner of the landscape made Cao Chun's soul shudder.
"The taste of flames!"
"The real Ultimate Fire!"
