They could not get close.
"They're all dead... all dead..." The damaged little cauldron's voice was ancient and weathered. It wanted to cry, yet no tears would come.
It no longer possessed its former liveliness and restlessness. Like an old man in his twilight years who had suddenly matured, it grieved alone.
The Eastern Sacred Sword remained silent, its blade trembling.
Hua Yunfei walked over without a sound, gently picked up the damaged little cauldron, and said softly, "I'm still here. The grievances you've suffered will be reclaimed with interest. I promise."
The damaged little cauldron trembled. "Brother Fei, I believe you'll definitely let me see that day."
The Eastern Sacred Sword shouted as well, "I believe it too!"
"What foolish dreams! Dead means dead, lost means lost. You're truly laughable!" the black dragon suddenly said mockingly.
"Earthworm, what the hell did you say?" the Eastern Sacred Sword roared furiously.
"I said you're dreaming foolish dreams!"
The black dragon sneered. He had actually already adapted to the Great Dao Furnace's burning refinement and now appeared utterly relaxed.
This was what made top experts so difficult to kill. They themselves were the Dao, nearly immortal.
Meanwhile, Bing Luoling was not so fortunate. The Great Dao Furnace had tortured her beyond human recognition. She resembled a vicious ghost, her divine soul scorched black.
"You like talking, do you?"
Hua Yunfei put away the damaged little cauldron and swept his gaze over coldly. "I'll make you regret opening your mouth."
The black dragon sneered. "You can't kill me. I myself am the Dao, eternal and imperishable. With a single thought, I can revive; with a single thought, I can be reborn. I can never fall!"
"Is that so?" Hua Yunfei said. "I hope you can remain this confident in a moment."
The black