C450 The Violent Xingtong

Amidst the inferno, a figure rose unsteadily, silhouetted against the blood-red menace.

His clothes had been reduced to Ember by the blaze, his pale skin flickering with fire, yet he was utterly numb to the pain.

More bizarrely, the youth's black hair turned snow-white. The red mole on his forehead writhed intensely before his skin tore open, gushing blood