White Cloud

The demon had barely freed itself from the Ganli Earth-Core Flame when the poison flared up again. It was truly like pressing down the gourd only for the ladle to pop up; it could only hastily suppress the toxin. Yan Chihuo sent another mass of Ganli Earth-Core Flame at it.

The demon had already expended much of its mana. This time, it had used even more to suppress the poison. When the Ganli Earth-Core Flame came crashing in, though it managed to deflect most of its force, it still could not withstand it.

High above the nine heavens, Yan Chihuo watched the demon turn to ash within the Ganli Earth-Core Flame, and only then did he relax. He let out a long breath and looked at his three heads and six arms. Yet in his Fire Phoenix form, he had no six arms—only six wings. How am I supposed to withdraw these? he wondered.

As soon as the thought arose, several cracking sounds rang out. Yan Chihuo felt his body lighten as the two extra heads and four wings retreated back into him.

It seemed these three heads and six arms appeared according to his will. Yan Chihuo pondered their origin in secret and ultimately concluded that they were yet another transformation brought about by the Demon Immortal Fruit.

It seemed that although the Demon Immortal Fruit had brought him a virulent poison he still could not rid himself of, it had also granted him endless benefits. As for what the final outcome would be, even Yan Chihuo did not know.

Just then, Yan Chihuo discovered a rope winding toward him. Someone was actually launching a sneak attack!

Yan Chihuo was greatly alarmed and hurriedly dodged. Who would have thought that the rope would loop around again and lash toward