Roaring flames churned and surged above the void of the ruins.
Firelight shot into the heavens. Deep within the dancing heart of the flames, a faint strand of intertwined gold and black could be seen.
Ordinary flames were either dazzling crimson or eerie blue-green, but this blaze before them was warm white on the outside, its colors growing darker the deeper one looked. Golden radiance and inky blackness coiled and flowed around each other without devouring one another, so bizarre that it weighed heavily on the heart.
The remaining cultivators of the Left Army formed ranks in midair, watching from a safe distance. No one dared rashly take another step forward.
Chaotic currents of void energy swirled around the crowd. Floating fragments of stone beneath their feet were brushed by the distant waves of fire and silently turned to ash the moment they touched the escaping heat.
A cultivator clad in a long robe emblazoned with crimson insignias slowly stepped out from the ranks.
Flame patterns unique to the Fire God Hall were embroidered upon his shoulders. His aura was steady and profound; he was a genuine Saint Tier expert.
He drifted several dozen zhang forward, narrowing his eyes as his gaze locked onto the inferno engulfing the Ancient Era ape corpse. His eyes brimmed with disbelief.
"I have never seen such a flame." His low voice passed through the restless currents, carrying a trace of the heat and impatience inherent to fire.
The heavily armored commander-in-chief turned his head.
"What do you mean?"
The Fire God Hall cultivator slowly shook his head, his gaze never leaving that sea of flames.
"This is a type of flame that has never been recorded in the temple's archives. It appears to be several Demon Flames fused together, yet it also carries the