690. Saint Grade Pressure, The Mighty Shocked

The instant Xiao Yan's gaze fell on the three Saint-grade Altars, three aged, vast voices sounded at the same time within his sea of consciousness. They belonged precisely to the three Progenitors of the Fire Spirit Clan.

"Young friend, there is no need to worry." The Primordial Fire Saint Ancestor's voice carried the majestic pressure of the Origin of Ten Thousand Fires as it slowly echoed through his sea of consciousness. "It is merely a wretch with half a foot in the Heavenly Demon Emperor realm. Even a Heavenly Demon Emperor at full strength could be dealt with for a time if the three of us joined hands, much less a half-finished product that has been sealed for ten thousand years."

"Indeed." The steady voice of the Nether Fire Saint Emperor sounded as well. "Though the three of us are Lingering Soul Fragments, if we borrow the power drawn earlier from the Sea of Ten Thousand Fire Magma, suppressing such trash is more than within our means. Go in without worry. If you truly encounter danger, the three of us will lend you Origin Power and act, ensuring your safety."

The Flame Sun Saint also added in a clear voice, "The demonic arts of this Heart Demon Race are best at bewitching the mind and eroding seals, yet they just so happened to run into your Emperor Flame, as well as our Origin of Ten Thousand Fires. These are their natural nemeses."

"This trip will not only be free of danger, it will instead be quite an opportunity for you."

"From what those people said just now, that Demon-Slaying War Emperor Spear is a supreme treasure forged by the Ancient War Emperor with Meteor God Iron and Demon-Slaying Sacred Fire. It complements your Emperor Flame perfectly. Even if it has