Xiao Yan controlled the three-colored Heavenly Flames in his hands, carefully drawing them closer together. Waves of wild, destructive energy gradually spread from them, while the fierce repulsion between the flames pressed relentlessly against him.
As the Heavenly Flames merged, the Dou Qi and soul power within Xiao Yan were continuously devoured, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.
Fortunately, Xiao Yan already had ample experience merging Heavenly Flames. Their resistance did not surprise him. As he expended his soul power, the repulsion between the flames gradually weakened, and a three-colored Fire Lotus appeared before him.
The Three-Colored Fire Lotus hovered silently before Xiao Yan, radiating a wild energy that promised utter annihilation. Far away, Hai Bodong, who had suffered dearly at its hands, broke into a cold sweat as he stared at the lotus in Xiao Yan's hand. He had not forgotten how terrifying it was.
Sensing the aura radiating from the Fire Lotus in Xiao Yan's hand, Jia Xingtian also showed a trace of shock. Although he already knew Xiao Yan possessed such a technique, every time he saw it, a sense of absurdity rose in his heart anew. But then he remembered that Xiao Yan was Venerable Yao's disciple, and suddenly it all seemed reasonable again.
The Three-Colored Fire Lotus in his hand gave Xiao Yan a measure of reassurance. The anger, killing intent, frustration, and other dark emotions pent up in his heart gradually found release through this battle.
"No matter who you are, this time, I won't let you people have your way again..."
With those words, Xiao Yan hurled the Three-Colored Fire Lotus at Xiao Fan.
The Three-Colored Fire Lotus swept through the air, burning thin, pitch-black cracks into space itself. As it whistled onward, the spatial fissures scorched into its wake gradually mended.
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