Horace froze, but before he could say anything, the danger he sensed made him instinctively try to dodge.
But Pride was faster!
He raised a hand and seized Horace's ankle.
Then...
Whoosh!
Burning Demon Flame flew into the temple with its distinctive roar and slammed into Horace.
Boom!
Waves of flame exploded, seething with scorching heat.
The small temple hall became a sea of fire in an instant.
It was as though a real Flame Demon were rampaging inside.
Tap, tap, tap.
Amid clear, firm footsteps, a figure that blended into the night slowly approached, entering through the thick wall Horace had smashed down.
The instant the black figure stepped into the blaze, the fiercely burning flames paused, then surged skyward.
Kill!
The Demon Power hidden within Qin Ran's heart began spinning at tremendous speed.
It could hardly wait to tear its opponent apart.
That had always been its favorite pastime.
A truly unique pastime, utterly unlike those of the other Source Forces.
But at Qin Ran's command, it immediately quieted down.
Just as it understood its own preferences, it knew its place perfectly well.
As for any conflict between its preferences and its place?
There was none.
Qin Ran reached out and pulled Pride to his feet.
He did not support him.
He knew very well that if he did, Pride would certainly struggle free.
Pride restrained his arrogance around him, but that did not mean Qin Ran could act without consideration.
"He's yours."
With those words, Pride vanished into the flames.
Even if he died, Pride could be reborn in Qin Ran's heart, but who would willingly experience death if he could avoid it?
He was not that oddball who feared death like venomous snakes and savage beasts, yet remained hopelessly entangled with it.
Whoosh!
The moment Pride