Zhang Jun was still hesitating when he suddenly felt a heart-wrenching pain from his hand. It was because his wrist had turned into charcoal, and the purple flames covering the burning man were crawling up his arm. 0

Wherever the purple flame went, water evaporated into nothing, and flesh turned ashen black. At the same time, he felt himself steaming and turning red like he was a piece of metal inside a furnace.0

“Argh!” Zhang Jun let out a terrified scream. Only he knew if it was because of the pain, the fear, or both.0

To be fair, his decision-making and reaction speed while under pressure were top-notch. He brought down his palm like a knife and cut off the afflicted arm in one smooth motion. Ignoring the pain, he immediately raced toward the exit. If he could escape this place, then he might yet have a chance to survive.0

Unfortunately, his left hand had just touched the...0