The phoenix cry from Zhang Yu’s body echoed incessantly, and his aura seemed to have been unsealed and began to rise rapidly. His body became red under the high temperature, accompanying this boost in his aura. Runes also began to appear on the surface of his body, and white smoke rose from the ground.

When Lin Yun looked at the ground, he realized that the high temperature was melting it.

“Scarlet Flame Cauldron!” Zhang Yu unleashed his trump card, executing the second form of the Divine Flame Fist, and the power of this attack was infinitely close to the limit of ghost spirit martial techniques.

His body was like a cauldron, and his dragon origin was the molten iron, using his Flame Intent to ignite his blood. When his physique reached the limit, his body felt like it would blow apart at any time. As he unleashed a ferocious roar, he released thirty-six punches.

Each punch was like a golden fireball, with thirty-six fireballs streaking across the horizon like meteorites dragging a long trail of flames. They had constructed into some sort of ancient mark. As the mark radiated...