"Dou Qi Continent... Its fortune truly has not run dry. Even after tens of thousands of years, someone like you could still be born."
Li Sheng Zhe's gaze turned slightly cold, and a faint trace of wariness rose in his eyes.
Even if Yao Wan's cultivation was still not his equal at present, Li Sheng Zhe had not forgotten what level of cultivation the Yao Wan his clone had seen in the Demon Fire Space possessed.
How much time had passed since then? She had already almost reached the level just below Nine Star. If she were allowed to grow for a while longer, what would happen then?
"If you had been born tens of thousands of years earlier, the Saint King would have had one more Dou Di-level formidable enemy."
Li Sheng Zhe's gaze swept over her, and the sea of fire behind Yao Wan actually dimmed greatly along with it.
"No matter. Sooner or later, it makes no difference."
"That is true."
There was not the slightest smile in Yao Wan's eyes. She merely weighed the shattered stone hammer in her hand by instinct, making a fine, dense sound like breaking glass.
In an instant, that strangely colored flame crashed into the shattered golden light pouring down from the stone hammer.
Yet that strange Demonic Fire displayed an especially bizarre aggressiveness. Even the cracks in space and the shattered golden light were mixed into the strange radiance within it.
It was as if everything was being melted inside, all gathered together until there was no distinction between one thing and another.
She had seen plenty of Heavenly Flames that could burn everything to nothing, but a flame like this, one that melted everything until, in the end, nothing could be told apart, was still a first.
"Dark Star."