"Let's go."
"Alright!"
As Han Feng's words fell, Xiao Yan and the others no longer hesitated. Their group turned into several streaks of light and shot into the twisted space like lightning.
The moment they entered, everyone felt an eerie tearing force surge in from all directions, as though it intended to forcibly separate them.
"Hmph!"
None of those who had come here were ordinary figures. The three elders, Gu Dao, Fire Spirit, and Myriad Flames, snorted coldly as vast Dou Qi burst forth, effortlessly shattering that tearing force.
The space shifted and distorted for a moment before the scene before them finally became clear.
Xiao Yan's first sensation was that he had fallen into a furnace.
He swiftly swept his gaze around and discovered that he was in a strange space filled with milky-white flames. As far as the eye could see, there was no sky or earth, only an endless sea of fire.
"This is the space sealing the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame," Han Feng said from beside him. "That force just now was the Demon Flame trying to forcibly separate us and defeat us one by one."
"Even after being sealed for a thousand years, this Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame still cannot be underestimated." Elder Gu Dao looked around, and a trace of gravity appeared on his usually calm face.
Just as everyone was about to continue forward, Xiao Yan, Xun'er, and several younger members of the Yan Clan and Yao Clan suddenly stiffened and stopped.
Without warning, wisps of milky-white flame emerged from their bodies. As though alive, they burrowed into their minds through their seven orifices.
Han Feng and the other elders did not immediately intervene. They merely watched from the side, waiting to see how their own juniors would escape such a predicament.
However,