"Do you want to die? Even if there's no hope, you can't be like this."
Jiang Ming understood what they were thinking. He explained, "It's not that I want to die. I just think this fire might be an illusion. I want to check it out. Anyway, even if the fire is real, I've already wrapped myself in spiritual energy. It's unlikely for the flames to touch me. Even if they do, I won't be too injured."
Sikong Wuyuan's face darkened.
"No, we can't let you take the risk. We have to leave this place. Just stay here. What if something happens later?"
"That's right," Yuan Hehe chimed in. "The three of us have always depended on each other. It doesn't make sense if one of us gets hurt."
After saying this, Yuan Hehe began to cough violently, and Sikong Wuyuan followed suit.
Due to the strength of the flames, the smoke became thicker and thicker.
Jiang Ming heard a voice again, but it was a human voice.