Inside Tourang City.
Lu Yang and the Blazing Demon God's group also saw the boundless purple-black clouds in the sky. Furious war drums and shrill horn blasts continuously rang out from the black mist.
Xiaguang Tourang was severely wounded. Looking at the black mist, he gave a miserable laugh and said, "We can't win. This time, we're really going to die."
Knowing that Lu Yang did not understand their enemy's background, the Blazing Demon God said, "Remember that mass of purple-black cloud. It is the technique that made the Nether Flame King famous, called Purple Cloud Mist Flame. Anyone who enters the mist will have their senses greatly weakened and will be unable to see anything. While inside the mist, they can be attacked by Purple Cloud Exploding Flame at any moment. It also carries wraith-type damage, making it extremely troublesome."
Xiaguang Tourang looked at the Blazing Demon God and asked, "You still haven't found a way to counter it?"
The Blazing Demon God sighed. "That thing is a Purple Cloud Flame left behind since the creation of the world. How could it be countered? Unless there is another heaven-and-earth treasure capable of restraining it. But such a thing exists only in territory controlled by the Han Bing God King. How could I possibly get there?"
Xiaguang Tourang was equally helpless. He cursed, "None of these old bastards still alive are easy to deal with. Fortunately, he didn't come himself and only sent his third son."
The Blazing Demon God said, "His third son is called Bortel. Before I became a God King, he was already at the peak of the Main God Tier. By now, he is probably at least a half-step God King."
"Yeah. I really don't understand how that old Nether Flame King could sire so many