Slay the Fire Charm!

Zhou Yang simply could not understand what Zhao Yuanpu had been thinking.

At the very least, judging from the situation at the scene, the Fire Charm had already been forced by him into hiding within the strange purple flower, barely clinging to life. Whether they stayed or left next was entirely in their hands.

Yet under such favorable circumstances, Zhao Yuanpu had fled without even a word of warning. It was truly baffling.

And it made one's teeth turn cold!

If one had to say how much trouble Zhao Yuanpu's departure had brought Zhou Yang, it was not necessarily all that much.

There was no denying that the Fire Charm had been badly wounded by the lightning of the heavenly tribulation earlier. After consecutively using that divine ability to attack spiritual senses twice, it was unlikely to have any strength left to use such an ability again.

That meant the only threat it posed to Zhou Yang was that strange red mist capable of shaving away a cultivator's cultivation.

But Zhou Yang wore the Evil Warding Treasure Robe and already understood the nature of that strange red mist. He was not afraid of it using that divine ability against him again.

On the contrary, with Zhao Yuanpu gone, Zhou Yang could finally use the Vermilion Bird Fan, which he had kept in reserve all this time, without worry.

"So be it. It is better that he left. Now all the benefits here belong to me alone!"

Shaking his head, Zhou Yang stopped dwelling on why Zhao Yuanpu had fled. With a lift of his hand, he directly took out the Vermilion Bird Fan.

He held the Vermilion Red Feather Fan in one hand and tightly gripped a large chunk of Spirit Marrow Stone in the other, while the mana within