Wu Feng saw the blood flowing from Crimson Lotus Demoness's abdomen and frowned.
"This Crimson Lotus Demoness is truly ruthless, stopping at nothing."
"If that's the case, then that old man Qing Que should be dead, right?"
Xiaobai squatted beside Wu Feng's leg like a curious child, watching the Mirror of Contemplation as she spoke.
"I'm not sure. Qing Que's fate might be worse than death."
"Also, Xiaobai, did you notice that something was wrong with Red Boy? He used to be mischievous, but at least he could think for himself. Now, he's completely become a killing machine."
Wu Feng looked at Xiaobai and spoke with utmost seriousness.
"Now that Master mentions it, I noticed it too. This little boy really is wicked. He killed Zhurong, fought Gonggong, and slaughtered those heavenly soldiers. His methods were all extremely cruel—nothing like something a child could do."
A thoughtful look appeared in Xiaobai's eyes as she looked at Wu Feng.
"Crimson Lotus Demoness must have used some method to turn Red Boy completely into a puppet."
"Back then, Crimson Lotus Demoness boldly declared that she would collect the nine types of exotic fire in this world. So far, she has already obtained three."
"My guess is that she went to such lengths to collect the Nine Great Exotic Fires in order to refine some destructive flame. When that happens, it will be the downfall of all the worlds of the heavens."
Thought flickered through Wu Feng's eyes as he glanced at Xiaobai.
"I see. Then we absolutely can't let her obtain the Nine Great Exotic Fires."
Xiaobai seemed to suddenly understand.
At that moment, within the mirror, Erlang Shen grew bolder the longer he fought. His whole body was bathed in golden light, while Crimson Lotus Demoness was already seriously wounded and