As its master, Xiao Yan could clearly sense that the Black Flame was not like his three Heavenly Flames, which the Flame Mantra had refined into flames he could call his own. It was more like a temporary guest in his arm. But its power came from the same source as the Nihility Devouring Flame's Devouring Power, so Xiao Yan was certain he could summon it!
Xiao Yan did not want to use a power he could not control. Still, he knew how formidable the Black Flame was. It could swallow every attack he unleashed, even absorbing the Buddha Fury Fire Lotus as nourishment. If he released it now, it should help with their predicament.
With Qing Yu's safety at stake, Xiao Yan did not dare hesitate. At his command, the Black Flame burst from his right arm and burned away his sleeve. An icy black glow erupted from the arm, and a chilling shriek rose from the depths of the vortex collapsing inward at his palm.
The Devouring Power seemed to have grown considerably stronger after merging with the Black Flame.
Ling Zhuo gave a cold snort. "Struggle all you want. You're still going to die."
He had drained all the energy from the medicinal herb in his hand, and a green pillar of life energy blasted forward. His supply of herbs was limited, but the energy drawn from a single stalk was enough to force Xiao Yan to resist with everything he had. Ling Zhuo knew a prolonged fight favored him. Xiao Yan and Wei Jiangyuan, his two greatest rivals at the Pill Convention, were both here. If he killed them, almost nothing would stand between him and victory. He held nothing back.
But the instant the pillar surged forward, a stream of flame as thick and dark