Boom!0

The hand struck the ground where Ye Qing was a moment ago and left behind a deep pit. The earth melted, and the resulting shockwave was so hot that Ye Qing’s skin turned bright red in color.0

Ye Qing kicked off the ground and pushed “Illusionist’s Grace” to the maximum, crossing sixty meters in an instant. But as he reached the end of his spurt, a roaring Zhao Lan rushed out of the sea of flames and reached him in the blink of an eye. He punched him before he could do anything.0

Like a rock, Ye Qing punched through dozens of burning buildings before he finally slammed into a cliffside. Cracks spread out all around him like a spider web.0

“Pwack!”0

Ye Qing spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, but it evaporated into nothing before it even hit the ground. His whole body was burning and in pain, his blood was boiling like oil, and his headspace was overflowing with filthy aura. His head felt like a lead weight, and it was pounding like a jackhammer.0

“The Hanba…”0

Ye Qing’s pupils contracted as a scorching aura of death, epidemic, drought and filth burned all around him. Zhao Lan’s appearance and aura now resembled the legendary Stranger perfectly.0

The Hanba was synonymous to drought, famine, epidemic and death. Just by existing, it could turn every square inch of land within hundreds of kilometers into a barren wasteland. It was a Disaster-class...0