The moment the Flame Mantra began to circulate, the Black Flame seemed to gain intelligence and immediately fled. It moved even faster than when it had charged in, burrowing desperately into Xiao Yan's right arm.
Xiao Yan sensed the change but did not stop it. For the moment, he could not understand why the Black Flame was behaving this way.
The jet-black flame burrowed into the marrow of Xiao Yan's right arm like a living creature. Countless fine, tadpole-shaped runes suddenly appeared across the surface of the stark-white bones in his right arm, where his flesh and blood had been burned away. These runes flowed with an ancient, violent aura. Under the strange Child Flame's own initiative, they fused into the bones of Xiao Yan's arm. Then, despite Xiao Yan not controlling it, his entire right arm instantly transformed into a black-hole vortex, and fine, web-like cracks spread through the surrounding space.
Crack.
A muffled sound like flowing lava came from his arm bones, bringing with it a sensation of rebirth. Xiao Yan saw Black Flame flowing through the bones of his hand, every pulse sending ripples through space. His right arm suddenly swelled to three times its size, then slowly became covered in fresh flesh with his breathing, returning to its normal size at a visible rate.
Xiao Yan looked at his gradually recovering arm, feeling rather puzzled. He truly could not understand why the mysterious Black Flame feared the Flame Mantra as though a mouse had seen a cat, ultimately fleeing of its own accord.
It was true that powerful things could develop intelligence, but judging from his battle with Mu Gu, the Black Flame was surely something without intelligence.
The next instant, Dou Qi surged from his right arm and flooded mightily into every corner of Xiao