Thunderous rumbling was everywhere. Tianming’s head felt as if it would explode. A raging inferno of divine hazards formed a fiery storm more turbulent than the Voidsky Flame Pillar, sweeping past him. Ying Huo expelled the Infernal Flameshield, which withstood the scorching heat and impact. Like a ball, Tianming bounced back and forth in the abyss. Deafening explosions drowned out all other sounds. No one would hear him even if he screamed. 

"Here, make a ball." With its small claws clinging onto Tianming's hair, Ying Huo fluttered up and down in the storm. 

"My head is a mess.... When I first entered the wooden house, I thought this was the Sky Plundering Palace, but in the end, the seven members of the Sky...