Rumble...
Deep within the Crimson Yang Grotto, mountainsides continually collapsed amid thunderous booms.
After a bout of wild, unstructured charging, Chen Changming finally shook off all the purple flames covering his body.
The purple skin that had originally covered his body was now riddled with burns, sending waves of searing pain through him.
While clusters of small flames gathered continuously in the distance, Chen Changming decisively used the Spring Return Immortal Art to heal himself.
After seven or eight flashes of green light, Chen Changming's injuries had completely healed.
All the purple flames gathered again, forming a mass the size of a millstone.
"Its aura seems to have weakened somewhat?"
After observing it for a moment, Chen Changming came to that conclusion.
At this point, he had to admit that this mysterious purple flame was extremely powerful, only slightly inferior to himself.
If he wanted to subdue it, he would need to wear it down over time.
A black bird hovered high above the Crimson Yang Grotto, taking in the entire battle below.
"What kind of healing divine ability is that green light? That Body Cultivator was burned so badly just now, yet he recovered completely so quickly."
Outside the Crimson Yang Grotto, Ye Xuanchen felt a chill run down his back.
A Body Cultivator like this was practically immortal.
Unless one's strength vastly surpassed his and could kill him in a single blow, it would be impossible to kill him at all.
With his hands behind his back, Ye Xuanchen pondered for several seconds before muttering to himself, "Lord Fire God is no weaker than him. I'll wait patiently for a while and see how things develop..."
As the saying went, when two tigers fought, one was bound to be wounded.
He could also tell that Lord Fire God