The heat waves gradually subsided, and four fire dragons retreated back into Lin Chen's body.
On the scene, apart from the scorched earth, nothing else remained; the bodies of the two from the Ice Soul Race were entirely incinerated by the flames, not even ash left behind.
"What a pity, not even the storage box was spared."
Lin Chen felt a bit regretful. When he killed Jiang Yaoyan, Jiang Yaoyan's storage box was not melted by the Innate Fire because he controlled it, but this time, to prevent the two from the Ice Soul Race from having any chance of resistance, he unleashed the Innate Fire without reservation to burn everything away.
A genius of the ancient tribe, uncertain if the opponent had any backup means or hidden powerful treasures, better to not give them the chance to use them.
After killing the two, Lin Chen did not wait around; his figure swiftly moved forward.
