686 An Irreconcilable Hatred! (1/2)

After enduring the inferno for a seemingly endless period of time, and even with Ouyang Xiaoshe's extraordinarily superb cultivation base at hand, he could no longer stand the excessive heat. Blisters had already started to form on his body.

If this continued, it would be extremely hard to stop his internal organs from being completely scorched.

Even though Ouyang Xiaoshe had long roamed the martial scene and he had always been an astute man with incredible foresight, he had never been bathed in fire for such a long duration. It was only at this moment that he discovered the overpowering waves of unceasing heat was enough to char his organs into ash and dust.

Only death awaited him if he were to remain.

With a hiss, Ouyang Xiaoshe moved as quickly as the whistling wind, pressing his body close against the ground as he dashed outwards.

He no longer dared to escape via a higher altitude, for the waves of heat above were even more scorching than below, especially in a quick, desperate dash - the heatwaves up there could literally turn his flesh into nicely cut and steamed pieces of meat.

However, even if his chances were better as he attempted to escape by foot on the ground, the flesh upon his chest and thighs were subjected to yet another round of intense grilling with every step he took.

Subsequently, it was as if his own heart had been scorched as well.

He gritted his teeth, spending every last ounce of his energy in a single spurt to sprint away.

This time, the humongous blaze did not pursue him, and the boundless lightning no longer followed behind.

Yun Yang seemed to have stopped.

Nevertheless, Ouyang Xiaoshe kept on running for almost ten minutes. Only then did the air feel slightly more breathable. However, at this very moment, his mind was already in a state of complete chaos. His brain felt as though it was filled with the erratic rhythm of numerous drums playing simultaneously; it was a bizarre, disorienting feeling.

The scene before his eyes was an array of colors, and he had almost completely lost his sense of sight.

Ouyang Xiaoshe forcefully tried to keep himself conscious. He extended his gaze for as far as he could see and was pleasantly surprised at the obscured tinge of greenery on the other end.

That was the green of trees – the sign of life!

Ouyang Xiaoshe was awakened with refreshed vigor; he did not know where that sudden burst of energy came from, but he charged towards the direction of the green without hesitation.

At the exact moment, he dashed out of the sea of fire...

”Ouyang Xiaoshe!” A loud voice suddenly bellowed.

Swooosh!

The blinding glint of a blade plunged down from the skies with amazing speed, severing the connection between the greens and himself.

With whatever remaining consciousness he had in him, Ouyang Xiaoshe pulled out his own blade instinctively. It was obvious that a single powerful blow from the enemy was uncontainable, throwing Ouyang Xiaoshe aside with a loud clang!

Ouyang Xiaoshe had barely escaped from the fire but was almost instantly stopped by the mighty force of the blow. The aftershocks from that force caused his entire being to feel like a threadless kite as he crashed heavily onto the ground. Yun Yang seemed to have timed the distance well enough, for the spot just seventy to eighty feet behind Ouyang Xiaoshe was already scorched red, with lava-like magma seeping out of it.

That was where Ouyang Xiaoshe landed once more upon being swept away!

Ouyang Xiaoshe's missed strike caused him to lose his balance and landed bottom-first on the ground. With a sizzle, that part of his body was scalded, inciting a shriek as though his rear end was on fire.

Truth be told, he literally jumped because his rear was on fire; it was not 'as though'.