Yang and fewer than fifty disciples stood in the fiery field, their eyes widened and mouths agape as they beheld the massive structure of the Fourth Trial Hall. Its majestic design was combined with an overwhelming aura radiating from behind the sealed doors.
Two lion statues guarded the left side of the door. Their bodies were covered in red-hot flames that burned constantly, jaws wide open, revealing huge, sharp teeth.
On the right side stood two dragon statues. One stood on all fours, its body clad in thick armor and golden flames. The other appeared to have no skin at all — as if the fire itself formed the dragon’s body.
“Mo-hi,” Yang called, his gaze carefully scanning the surroundings of the hall.
“I’m here, Senior Yang.” Mo-hi appeared like mist in front of him, one leg deeply p
