On the second level of the Heavenly Tomb, in a location completely different from Xiao Yan's direction, fire-attributed Dou Qi was also surging violently.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Scorching shockwaves distorted the air, while deafening explosions rang out without end.
At the heart of the battle were two figures.
One was slender, surrounded at all times by crimson flame lotuses. It was Huo Zhi of the Flame Clan. Her face was pale as paper, her lips dry and cracked. Her clothes had been torn in many places, exposing the burned skin beneath.
She had no desire to clash head-on with her opponent, but every attempt to break out had been blocked. That was how she had sustained the wounds covering her body.
Her opponent was tall and powerfully built, with faint black flames rippling around him. They were deep and profound, carrying an aura of destruction. This was the Eight Wastelands Destruction Flame, ranked sixth on the Heavenly Flame Ranking. Yet the one controlling this terrifying flame was Tang Qiying, who had taken possession of Huo Xuan's body!
Tang Qiying wore a smile that blended mockery with cruelty, his gaze cold as though he were admiring a prey's futile struggle. He did not seem eager to end the battle. Rather, he appeared to be toying with Huo Zhi.
Faced with Huo Zhi's all-out attacks, he merely waved his arm casually, barely even moving his feet. The faint black flames easily tore apart Huo Zhi's offensive, leaving fresh charred wounds and glaring bloodstains across her body.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. A genius of the Flame Clan? Is that all you've got?"
Tang Qiying's tone was filled with ridicule. "The Crimson Lotus Karma Flame... damn it, this is the flame I hate most. Too bad you can't bring out even a fraction of its