The Origin of the Fire Host Clan

Huo Tian froze as he looked at the torch in Leng Yaozhu's hand, where the Seven-Colored Lotus Flame burned fiercely. He had never expected this outcome.

"No, that's not right. The Seven-Colored Lotus Flame is cheering, and my connection to it hasn't been severed." Huo Tian suddenly raised his head and looked over. With a thought, he was about to recall the Seven-Colored Lotus Flame.

The Seven-Colored Lotus Flame did not resist and was about to fly out of the torch.

"Did I say you could take it back?" Leng Yaozhu let out a cold snort and forcefully suppressed the Seven-Colored Lotus Flame back into the torch. With a lift of her hand, a barrier directly cut off the connection between the Seven-Colored Lotus Flame and Huo Tian.

"You!" Huo Tian's body swayed. His natal true fire had been cut off, and the flames on his body could clearly be seen fading by quite a bit.

Leng Yaozhu glanced at Huo Tian and said calmly, "I'll give you a chance to explain. Tell me what this is all about."

Seeing that Leng Yaozhu's gaze had already turned indifferent, Huo Tian took a deep breath and said, "I told you, it was the Plane Master who had us do this. As long as my clan could kill you, he would allow us to recover our former god-level cultivation. Only by becoming gods can we roam the universe and search for a way back to our plane. We don't belong to the Douluo Plane, so we can only hide away in this place. We want to go home. We want very much to return to our homeland, so..."

"Stop. I don't want to hear your meaningless excuses. Tell me how you came to the Douluo Plane," Leng Yaozhu cut off Huo Tian's