All the audience felt their hairs stand on end; it was too eerie.
From beginning to end, Ael had just stood in place, without moving an inch, while the golden lion-man had plunged into the lava lake in a frenzy, oblivious to the pain of being burned by the scorching temperatures.
Seeing the golden lion-man being transported out with a body like charred wood, his armor already melted and stuck to his skin, as though fused with the iron itself.
Without trying, just thinking about it one could feel the agony, and yet Ael remained as before from start to finish.
"Indeed, she is extraordinarily talented, no wonder she is the heir to the High Priest. Her spirit is very strong," Li Yao said earnestly.