Ye Tian held his breath and focused. His control over the Glazed Fire had not yet reached the level of minute precision.
Carefully, he drew a wisp of flame from his sea of consciousness and sent it toward Xuanming.
Yet the instant that wisp of flame left Ye Tian's body, it slipped beyond his control. It actually drifted of its own accord to the center of Xuanming's forehead, transforming into a golden flame mark.
Ye Tian did not know what it meant, but when he saw Xuanming's complexion gradually improve and the black mist cease spreading, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
At that moment, however, the battle on Di Jiang's side was far from encouraging.
Under Heavenly Dao's endless barrage of spell attacks, he was finding it difficult to fend them off.
After all, he had spent so many years recuperating inside the great hall. Not only had he never fought anyone on his own level, but even the time he had spent cultivating could be counted on one's fingers.
"Today is destined to be just like it was so many years ago. You are destined to lose!"
Heavenly Dao's voice was deafening. Though it sounded like a soft murmur, it boomed like thunder.
"What exactly are these events from so many years ago that Heavenly Dao keeps mentioning?"
Ye Tian could not help but wonder. To Di Jiang, they seemed to be an unbearable past he could not bear to look back upon.
"Those are all old matters from tens of thousands of years ago. But for Di Jiang, perhaps none of it has ever truly passed."
Xuanming spoke weakly. The black mist from earlier had tormented him beyond measure.
Ye Tian nodded. This was not the time to reminisce about the past.
With a thunderous boom,