Within those terrifying flames, at a certain moment, the flickering flames suddenly froze.
A somewhat pale fist suddenly appeared in front of the Vermilion Bird, but the Vermilion Bird was horrified to find itself staring blankly at this fist.
In its divine thought, it seemed to have forgotten to resist the power of the fist.
The Crane smiled slightly and gently blew out a breath.
As his demon wind blew out, the flames reignited and started flickering again.
The Vermilion Bird retreated ten thousand meters in a flash, while Jaquan Martinez was already sitting cross-legged again on the peak.
"What a terrifying human being, the power of the fist is so strong, capable of overwhelming and suppressing all things. From now on, the Vermilion Bird should not provoke him."
The Crane smiled faintly and left, leaving behind a parting word.
"Yes."
Feeling frustrated, the Vermilion Bird dared not retort.
