Demonic Flames Like Rain

Saint Li could not help staring at the figure who had caught him completely off guard. The young man's black fitted attire, coupled with the flames winding around his body, immediately reminded Saint Li of someone those people had mentioned after returning.

Xiao Yan, standing tens of thousands of zhang away, frowned slightly at those words before asking instinctively, "You know me?"

"How could I not have heard of someone who made Shi Dui and the others return in defeat?"

Saint Li shook his head. Yet in an instant, his demonic flames seemed to blot out the sky and cover the earth, enveloping the entire Exotic Flame Space. The Black Sun within them inspired involuntary dread.

Yet in the brief span of their conversation, that Black Sun seemed to have expanded considerably. Xiao Yan abruptly came back to his senses, his gaze sharpening. This could not continue!

"Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame, you're still holding back a trump card, aren't you?"

Xiao Yan turned toward the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame, whose expression kept shifting, and said, "How about we work together?"

"You?!"

The Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame gave a disdainful laugh. He loathed Tunling Clan members like Saint Li, but he had no favorable impression of humans either.

"If you refuse to cooperate, then wait to be buried alongside your Exotic Flame Space."

Xiao Yan did not indulge the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame's stubbornness in the slightest. This spirit of a Heavenly Flame was scheming and cruel by nature; Xiao Yan had never seen any creation of heaven and earth with such a vile temperament.

And this was supposed to be a creation of heaven and earth. It was embarrassing just saying it.

Faced with Xiao Yan's utterly uncompromising attitude, the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame clenched his teeth. He especially detested