Currently, the outside world was very dangerous for Ye Fan. If he were to be found, he would definitely die. The appearance of the Ji Family was most likely not due to him, in his opinion. After all, it had been over half a year. As long as he avoided them, it should be fine.
Ye Fan directly arrived within the depths of the seventh level of the Flame Region. He only stopped once he was on the verge of the eighth level. Seven-colored mist lingered in front of him, appearing both auspicious and peaceful.
The eighth level's flames were almost within reach, and their terrifying heat washed over him like a flood. It felt the eighth layer was a stove attempting to refine all of heaven and earth.
Ye Fan sucked in a cold gasp. The seven-colored mist was only two more colors than the five-colored mist of the seventh level, but the temperature was separated by such a huge amount. It really did not seem to follow common sense.
