Fanning the Demonic Flames

Uncle Boya said excitedly, then charged out without another word.

Ling Xiao followed without even asking a question, showing immense trust.

They passed through a stretch of mist and entered a domain, like an independent little world.

At last, they stopped before a swamp.

"It's here!"

Uncle Boya pointed at the swamp below.

This swamp was incomparably vast, like a sea brought to a boil. Huge bubbles rose with gurgling bursts, mist curled through the air, and it gave off an aura of corrosion.

With a thought, Ling Xiao sent his divine sense down to investigate. The moment his divine soul touched the swamp, it immediately let out a sizzling sound.

This swamp actually possessed the power to corrode divine souls.

"The opportunity you spoke of is beneath the swamp?"

Ling Xiao looked at Uncle Boya, signaling for him to take the lead and set an example.

"That's right!" Uncle Boya answered with absolute certainty, more confident than ever before.

"Roar..."

Suddenly, the entire space shook. The swamp below actually let out a roar and began to move as though it were alive.

All the sludge rolled and gathered, transforming into a gigantic mouth that swallowed at the two of them.

"Damn outsiders! All of you deserve to die! All of you deserve to die!"

The shrill, hatred-filled voice sent chills down one's spine.

"Get lost!"

Ling Xiao coldly spat out a single word. The Limitless Divine Fist blasted forth, its power of ending all things descending in the form of a supreme, peerless fist shadow.

Endless gales howled. Beneath that violent force, the muddy mouth shattered into filthy specks that danced through the sky.

Yet the next moment, the sludge gathered together once more, evolving into a giant that stood between heaven and earth. Its body was riddled with