Battle Through the Heavens: Han Feng Here, Respect the Teacher and Value the Dao

"However, I no longer wish to form an alliance with you."

Han Feng tilted his head, his gaze lingering darkly on the Netherworld Wind Flame in Yao Wanhuo's hand...

Han Feng's voice was not loud, yet it cut to the bone like a cold wind, filling the many Yao Clan members present with an inexplicable sense of dread.

His gaze remained on the Netherworld Wind Flame in Yao Wanhuo's hand for a long time, as though he were admiring it—or weighing something.

"You don't wish to form an alliance?" Yao Wanhuo's voice remained calm, though his expression darkened slightly.

"Alchemist Han, do you truly believe that you alone can stand against my Yao Clan?"

Han Feng merely chuckled without answering.

With a flip of his right hand, the Netherworld Wind Flame in his palm suddenly leaped up with a whoosh, forming a spinning vortex of wind and fire in the air. Ghostly winds howled, and the flames blazed fiercely!

"Stand against you? Are you worthy?"

As the words fell, he gave a light wave of his right hand, and the swirling Netherworld Wind Flame shot toward the Heavenly Flame in Yao Wanhuo's hand amid a piercing gale!

In an instant, the two masses of Netherworld Wind Flame collided violently in midair!

One was black as ink, while the other was purple tinged with green. They instantly tore through space, the flames twisting and tumbling high above as fierce winds raged, as if countless wailing ghosts echoed between heaven and earth!

"Is this... a clash between Flame Spirits?!" an elder cried out.

A cold gleam flashed through Yao Wanhuo's eyes. He clenched his hand sharply, and his Netherworld Wind Flame transformed into a pillar of fire, seeking to suppress and devour Han Feng's Netherworld Wind Flame!

But in the next moment,