Heavenly Flame Spirit

The moment the space exploded, Xiao Yan and the others suddenly felt a wave of dizziness rise from the depths of their minds. They hurriedly opened their eyes.

When they opened their eyes, what greeted them was a sea of magma. Milky-white flames occasionally surged out from within it, and the milky-white magma stretched all the way to the end of their vision, as though this entire space was nothing but a sea of magma.

Above the magma sea floated several enormous boulders. Xiao Yan and the others stood upon one of them, while not far behind them, a huge silver ring of light slowly revolved.

"We're out?"

"This isn't still an illusion, is it?"

Zi Yan's brows furrowed slightly as her gaze unconsciously swept over their surroundings. After looking around, she spoke with lingering fear.

An illusion within an illusion, dreamlike and unreal. After experiencing it once, no one would likely want to experience it again.

What had happened earlier had truly frightened them. No one could have imagined that after struggling so hard for so long within it, they had merely been doing useless work.

"Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame may be powerful, but it was not Nether Flame Saint himself casting the Nightmare Sky Mist. Otherwise, with just us, we would probably have been trapped for the rest of our lives."

As Xiao Yan gradually came back to his senses, he shook his head and let out a relieved breath. Escaping that damned illusion made even his soul feel much lighter.

It truly deserved to be the signature technique of a former half-Emperor. Compared with the shock of the Bodhi Ancient Tree's hundred lifetimes of reincarnation, it was no less impressive.

"Is Wan'er all right?"

Xiao Yan immediately turned to look at Yao Wan, who was gradually recovering