Still an Illusion?

Wei Yang flashed backward, swiftly sat down cross-legged, lowered his head slightly, and looked at the milky-white flame in his palm, wrapped in gray airflow.

With a thought, the gray airflow formed a devouring vortex and began spinning rapidly.

Illusory Black Flame surged within the vortex, sweeping upward.

The struggling milky-white flame gradually began to break apart and dissipate.

Elsewhere.

Whoosh~

As the milky-white flame left his body, Xiao Chen lowered his head and exhaled several rough breaths.

Only after a moment did he raise his head. He gave Wei Yang a somewhat complicated look before shifting his gaze to Xiao Yan.

Glancing at the Clan Mark on Xiao Yan's forehead, he asked hoarsely, "How is the Xiao Clan now?"

Xiao Yan fell silent, then said softly, "The Xiao Clan no longer exists."

He then briefly explained the Xiao Family's present circumstances.

Xiao Chen quietly listened to it all. From beginning to end, he did not say another word.

Yet drops of crimson blood slowly trickled down from his tightly clenched fists.

After a long while, he finally said in a trembling voice, "Even Brother Xiao Xuan has fallen?"

Seeing Xiao Chen clench his fists and hang his head, Xiao Yan sighed softly.

He knew Xiao Chen was consumed by regret. But even if Xiao Chen had never gone missing and had remained in the Xiao Clan, he likely could not have changed its ultimate fate.

The atmosphere sank into silence and deathly stillness.

After an unknown amount of time, Wei Yang rose from his cross-legged position, and the milky-white flame in his palm had vanished as well.

"The Demonic Lotus Flame within your body has already been extracted. Just be careful not to let it control your mind again," Wei Yang said.

"Thanks." Xiao Chen nodded, forcing an ugly