Cultivation with a System in the Modern World
Inside the inferno, Danial stood unburned—his calm, collected form emerging slowly from the wall of fire, a faint smirk on his face.
Zyler tilted his head, amused. “These are flashy tricks. They won’t work against me.”
Danial’s smirk deepened. “Let’s find out.”
With no warning, he dashed forward. The dome collapsed into sparks as he launched like a blazing arrow. The sudden disappearance of fire caused a flicker of confusion, but Zyler didn’t hesitate. He charged as well, his Tendril Armor groaning with every step, the grotesque limbs clinging to him like writhing vines made of steel and flesh.