Yao Wan, This Time It's My Turn!

Even if eight Heavenly Flames were fused together, it should not have been this terrifying in theory.

He was not even afraid of the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame, much less these Heavenly Flames he had fused, which were still inferior to the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame.

Yet even Saint Li himself could not explain exactly why.

It seemed to contain more than mere destructive power. Something else was mixed within it, something akin to the purifying nature of the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame.

This body was already collapsing beyond his control.

A scorching gale swept past, scattering Saint Li's body, now as loose and fragile as dust, until not a trace of pollution or filth remained.

Saint Li could not help looking at Xiao Yan, as though he wished to etch his figure forever into his fleeting consciousness.

"...As expected."

"To make them return in defeat, he truly is no ordinary foe—Xiao Yan must be our clan's foremost enemy..."

Saint Li's voice vanished into the wind along with his shattered body.

The Black Sun that had been corroding the entire Exotic Flame Space vanished together with Saint Li. Before them, only a massive crack remained, slowly twisting and gradually healing.

Watching the void slowly mend before him, Xiao Yan, his forehead drenched in cold sweat, could not help letting out a sigh of relief.

Saint Li truly was stronger than the many Tunling Clan Dou Sheng they had encountered before.

Though he had not been so eager to reveal the intense killing intent the Tunling Clan had carved into their bones, it was only because there had been no need for it.

Once that Black Sun successfully devoured the Exotic Flame Space, none of them would escape.

And since Saint Li had already left—

Then all that remained was...

Xiao