The Struggle Among the Clans

"Ning Luo, we've encountered no fewer than ten groups along the way. Their target is clearly the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame as well. It seems this time, there will truly be a world-shaking struggle." Zi Yan swept her beautiful eyes around before speaking.

Ning Luo nodded slightly. They had indeed encountered quite a few groups with the same objective along the way, but he had not taken them too seriously. Though those people were not weak, they were still far too weak to seize the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame.

I wonder whether the Soul Hall and the other Ancient Races have already arrived. Ning Luo gazed into the distant horizon as the thought flashed through his mind. Then he waved his hand again and shouted in a deep voice, "Pick up the pace!"

"How terrifying, the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame actually reduced such a vast mountain range to a desert."

As he looked at the enormous desert before them, Yao Lao could not help drawing in a sharp breath, his face full of shock.

"The space sealing the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame has already shattered, yet the flame has not emerged. It should still be within that space. This milky white radiance is probably merely some of its residual heat." Ning Luo looked at the scene and spoke softly.

"Residual heat."

Upon hearing this, even Zi Yan's expression changed slightly despite her strength. Just a trace of residual heat had incinerated mountain ranges and turned them into a desert. How terrifying would it be if they truly entered that space? Whoosh! Whoosh!

Not long after Ning Luo's group appeared above the desert, the sounds of rushing wind echoed continuously from all directions. Figures stopped far away from the shattered space, their eyes filled with shock as they stared at the