"You used a very special kind of flame just now. It could even burn away a godly body."
"This shouldn't be some newly born law flame from Purgatory Space, should it?"
"I can see traces of artificial refinement within it, and your bloodline aura is quite interesting as well," the Purple-Skirt Woman said as though no one else existed.
Under normal circumstances, Saine should have quickly gathered the Spoils of War from the God of Crafts and withdrawn from this battlefield.
But the appearance of the Purple-Skirt Woman before him had forced Saine to stop where he was.
In truth, the Purple-Skirt Woman had not used any spatial confinement methods to restrain Saine.
He remained motionless because he could sense the gulf between himself and the Purple-Skirt Woman—a chasm as vast as the abyss.
On this God's Battlefield, even the seemingly strongest Storm God Iso was likely no match for the Purple-Skirt Woman before him.
Saine had only experienced a similar aura from people like his grandmaster Cuilisi and the Spider Queen Rose.
Without question, this was a High-God.
After taking two deep breaths, Saine said in a low voice, "Yes. This is a flame I developed myself, called Flames of Ash. It contains the power of several Flame Elements with different attributes."
"As for my bloodline, it contains a portion of Flame Demon bloodline," Saine answered.
Faced with power so overwhelming that it was impossible to resist, Saine was highly cooperative.
In fact, even if he had not wanted to cooperate, he had no choice.
In Saine's current condition, even a Weak Divine Power god in perfect condition could deal with him.
Not to mention the being before him.
"Oh? Those flames aren't native to the Faelun Continent, are they?"
"Compared to the unusual properties of the flames themselves,