Yang Xu's thoughts raced as he quickly formulated a plan, a measure of calm settling over him.
Without hesitation, he immediately activated his Witchcraft Artifact, and his body erupted in scorching flames.
In the dazzling blaze, his body rapidly swelled as if being inflated. His skin split open into a dense network of cracks, revealing a dark red, magma-like glow flowing slowly beneath.
A searing aura swept out in an instant, and the air temperature seemed to skyrocket by more than ten degrees.
The few Fog Crows that got close to Yang Xu only had time for a mournful cry before flames ignited on their bodies, incinerating them to ash in an instant.
'A magma-type biological modification.'
Pei Ze watched this scene with great interest.
'Evidently, the Witchcraft Artifact Yang Xu possesses is also related to fire, capable of amplifying his abilities.'
'Just like Xiao Xi's Ring of Nether Fire.'
