"Senior Xiao Chen, please take us to where the demonic flame is!" A long time later, after Xiao Chen's emotions had finally steadied somewhat, Lin Ming slowly spoke.
Lin Ming's voice was not loud, but it echoed clearly through the silent main hall, instantly breaking the heavy silence that had settled over everyone.
Hearing this, Xiao Chen raised his head, his bloodshot eyes meeting Lin Ming's.
At that moment, the grief in his eyes had not completely faded, but there was already a trace more reason in them, a resilience that belonged to an expert.
Then he opened his mouth, as if wanting to say something, but in the end, he merely shook his head. His voice was still hoarse, like sand and stone grinding together, as he slowly said, "You are no match for the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame..."
Xiao Chen's voice carried a deep sense of powerlessness. It was the terror of the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame that he had come to know through personal experience, the fear that came from the depths of his heart after being controlled by it for a thousand years.
He understood far too well how terrifying that existence was. It was not merely a ball of flame, but a terrifying being that had lived for thousands of years, possessed complete intelligence, and had even obtained the inheritance of the Purifying Demonic Lotus Saint.
"If we stay here, we have no way to live either. Since that's the case, we might as well go and see the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame for ourselves," Lin Ming said calmly at once upon hearing this. At that moment, his words carried an unquestionable firmness.
Then Lin Ming looked straight at Xiao Chen and said, word by word, "Moreover, Xiao Yan, the only one in your Xiao