But no meant no—Flame Prison Heavenly Emperor's foundation as a Four-Tribulation Emperor Venerable was simply far too poor.
"Flame Prison Heavenly Emperor, hurry and save me..."
Since he could not withstand the Burial Emperor Tribulation, he naturally could not protect Night Charm Youyou either. The little bit of Nine Heavens Sword Dao that Flame Prison had cultivated, which Wan Benyang had given him, was about to fail under the assault of the Yin Spirit Evil Qi.
Night Charm Youyou was about to die as well.
Save her my ass. Flame Prison Heavenly Emperor could barely protect himself—how was he supposed to save anyone?
At this moment of impending death... Bzz!
Suddenly, a blaze of fire enveloped Flame Prison and Night Charm Youyou, then gave a fierce tug, dragging them toward the depths of the Burial Emperor Tomb.
When Flame Prison opened his eyes again, there was not a trace of Yin Spirit Evil Qi around him, nor was there any Burial Emperor Tribulation.
Instead, he had bizarrely appeared inside a damaged colossal tomb.
A voice drifted down softly. "Flame Clan bloodline, my descendant..."
Flame Prison Heavenly Emperor's entire body shook violently at those words, and he raised his head blankly.
Then he saw a frail spiritual shadow wreathed in flames descend. It took the form of a withered old man.
He immediately determined that this was a spiritual projection of will that had existed for an unknown number of years.
"May I ask, who are you?" Flame Prison asked, secretly swallowing.
As one of the Five Heavenly Emperors, although Flame Prison felt that he had seemingly been saved, he remained exceedingly cautious.
The old man's spiritual shadow scrutinized Flame Prison from head to toe before speaking hoarsely...
"I was once a Nine-Tribulation Emperor Venerable of the Vast Cosmos Flame Clan,