The raging fire was intense and focused, enveloping the young girl's entire body.
In no time, the girl turned into a pile of ash, burned to the point where not even bone fragments remained.
"Wow~"
The figure in the white robe knelt on the ground, coughing up a mouthful of blood.
Fang Zhixing's brow arched in surprise, "Oh my, you're still alive?"
Fan Qiulai approached and spoke in a deep voice, "This guy has been possessed by an evil entity. His body is about to undergo a transformation. Be careful, and prepare for a fierce battle."
Before he finished speaking!
The white robe suddenly began to convulse, rolling on the ground, tossing and turning.
In a short while, he stood up in an unnatural, human-defying posture, then leaned forward, his body making a thirty-degree angle with the ground.
Fang Zhixing's eyebrows furrowed as he saw the vortex on the white robe's face began to move subtly.
