The Spiritual Key of the Ancient Book Restorer

In the circular space, the air seemed to solidify. The flames around Su Lie were beating violently, reflecting the angry twist on his face like a demon. "I'm going to kill you!" He roared, the flame whip condensing in his hand. Zhao Mingcheng's silver hair moved automatically, and his mental power formed a barrier in front of Su Lie: "Calm down! Don't you feel it? He is not hostile now!" Qin Yu pointed the muzzle of the gun steadily at Ying Sha's eyebrows, his finger on the trigger, his knuckles turning white from the force: "Explain. Immediately."