The blade ignited, flames licking at its edges like tar burning in the heat of an inferno. The sight was nothing short of mesmerizing, each swing sent fire trailing behind the weapon, igniting the very air around it. The serpent, which had once been confident in its superiority, began to feel the weight of Wen Ran's power, the air thickening with tension.
Each breath feels like I'm breathing fire... If I don't release all this energy soon, I might burn to ashes from the inside. Wen Ran's thoughts raced as he propelled himself toward the serpent, his body moving with the swiftness of a storm. His blade cut through the air with deadly intent, aimed at the beast's throat, and the serpent responded in kind, ready to take revenge for the fiery flower it had lost.