C1892 The Arcane Technique Had Mutated!

"Heaving breaths escaped Zheng Qiyuan as beads of sweat the size of beans streamed down his forehead, tracing lines along his cheeks before dripping onto the rocky ground below. His face was a fiery red, his mind a void, with nothing but the sound of his own labored breathing piercing the silence.

Ye Tiange had vowed to subject him to a trial by fire