It hurts so much that I can't breathe,

It hurts so much that I want to kill myself,

This is how to end this pain.

Wan Lei gritted his teeth and forcibly suppressed the urge to commit suicide, suppressing the flames.

He is the soul of the God of Thunder, and his soul is very powerful, but it is still unbearable to suffer this kind of pain.

But...why can Fang Xiaoyu endure it?

The flame is extinguishing little by little,

I don’t know how long it took, it could be a moment, an hour, a day, a year...

The flame finally went out.

Wan Lei breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Fang Xiaoyu in his arms. Suddenly, a picture appeared in front of his eyes.

It was an altar, with a young woman standing there, and countless people kneeling down and worshiping, shouting "Wind God Fairy".

The picture was fleeting and Wan Lei didn’t have time to see it clearly.
Chapter completed!