"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The instant the twenty-two flames of different colors came into contact, a muffled thunderclap erupted from Xiao Yan's palms.
At once, the flesh of his hands split open and blood streamed down. If not for the massive amount of Dou Qi protecting them from behind, his palms would likely have been blown clean off on the spot.
Enduring the agonizing pain from his hands, Xiao Yan fixed his dark eyes on the twenty-two clusters of Heavenly Flames before him, which had only just begun to fuse. The flames within appeared exceptionally strange and sinister.
Gritting his teeth, Xiao Yan ignored the terrifyingly violent energy released by the collision of the Heavenly Flames, which had begun to distort the surrounding space. His hands pressed tightly together toward the center.
There was less than half a centimeter between his palms, yet that half centimeter forced Xiao Yan to draw out every last shred of strength from the cells throughout his body before he could move them forward slowly.
The Three-winged Unicorn stared fixedly at Xiao Yan, who looked like a madman. Though it knew remaining here under such circumstances was unwise, its jealousy over Xiao Yan possessing as many as twenty-two types of natural flames kept it rooted in place. It wanted to see this arrogant fellow reduce himself to nothing but ashes with its own eyes!
After all, with the Three-winged Unicorn's experience, it had never heard of anyone on the Dou Di Continent using flames in such a manner!
Blood continuously flowed from between Xiao Yan's palms as the twenty-two flames containing terrifying power gradually began to compress. Yet clearly, while compressing them, Xiao Yan was also suffering the backlash of all twenty-two Heavenly Flames. At a certain moment, Xiao Yan finally let out a muffled groan