"The Seven Realms Divine Artifact... the Flame God Cauldron?"
Watching this action from Xiao Yan, the body of the Heavenly Samsara Flame twitched bizarrely, and a trace of ecstatic joy instantly invaded the latter's mind.
"Damn it."
The Holy Flame River surged, but it was instantly solidified and suppressed by those black qi, making Xiao Yan's body unable to move.
The black qi surged, carrying a certain bizarre fluctuation in emotion, and slowly transformed into a black light pillar. The light pillar had endless light circulating around its body, looking exceptionally chilling.
"What on earth is this thing?"
Following the emergence of the black light pillar, the remaining Fire Slaves in the entire Triangle Ruins quieted down together, except that endless black qi seeped out from them, and finally poured down without a single drop missed into the black light pillar in mid-air within the Great Hall.
Every time the black light pillar's light flowed, it carried a certain extremely bizarre emotional fluctuation, resembling anger, sorrow, and so on. A desolate and bizarre atmosphere completely filled the entire palace.
The Yan Nu quieted down together, and even the Fire Slaves around the other six individuals seemed to lose all vitality in an instant, standing blankly suspended in mid-air.
The black light pillar whipped through the air, resembling an irresistible canopy of heaven descending, and overturned toward Xiao Yan.
"Get back where you came from, This Seat!"
Right at this critical juncture, the white-robed figure of the Heavenly Samsara Flame swept forward, moving directly from the top of the Triangle Ruins, and arrived in front of Xiao Yan in the blink of an eye. Dazzling orange-gold light emerged, pushing those black light pillars back aside in one fell swoop.
"Buzz buzz buzz!"
Even with the Heavenly Samsara Flame making a move,