Even if his friend was dead, even if his body no longer existed, he had to confirm the truth himself!
Little Flame Belle, build fire walls around with me at the center, I want them to cover a wide area, and burn endlessly. The stronger the better!
Mo Fan could still feel his blood rumbling inside his body. The Black Snake Magic Armor had negated most of the damage, yet the same principle applied; the Magician still had to endure the force from the hit.