Black wind like fire appeared once more among the mountain forest, arrayed in neat ranks as the sinister wind howled, swaying toward the Abyss as if welcoming their king!
Before long, a throne rose from within the Abyss. Upon it, a woman with flames flickering over her body, covering only her vital parts, sat leaning back with her legs crossed.
"Friend, you are not welcome here. Leave at once!"
Amid the swaying, howling masses of dark flame, atop the throne, the slender, graceful dark-skinned woman sat with her two long legs crossed, and a chilling voice spilled from her mouth.
Nine Nether Wind Flame ranked tenth on the Heavenly Flame Ranking. This flame was condensed from part of the mysteries of wind and fire, possessing the freedom and formlessness of wind as well as the sinister venom of fire. It was one of the rare dark flames, but its chill was not even one ten-thousandth of the woman's words.
Seeing this, Zhao Li raised an eyebrow, sized up the woman, and said in surprise, "Hmm, could that storm earlier have been your idea of a joke with me? What? Found you couldn't handle me, so now you want to reason?"
The black woman's eyes narrowed, but inwardly she cursed her bad luck. She truly could not understand how such a terrifying existence as Zhao Li could appear in this remote place.
She had not held back in the slightest with that black storm earlier. That gale had even exhausted the accumulation she had built up in this place over thousands of years, yet Zhao Li had done nothing and dissolved her strongest method. How could she possibly dare make another move?
Only, once a Heavenly Flame was discovered, aside from being devoured and subdued, there would be no second possibility.