Fixing his attention on the fallen heart flame, Xiao Yan willed his flames to surge. Streams of green fire extended outward, finally piercing the palm-sized mass of milky-white fallen heart flame like a cluster of tubes.
As the azure flame poured into it, the fallen heart flame seemed to sense danger and immediately began churning violently.
The fallen heart flame possessed its own consciousness, so if Xiao Yan wanted to devour and refine it, he first had to erase that consciousness.
Otherwise, forcibly devouring it would only provoke resistance between the two heavenly flames. Once they erupted, he would be the first to suffer.
I have to erase this thing's consciousness first! Xiao Yan thought. He then directed the green lotus core flame into the fallen heart flame, intending to completely destroy the consciousness within it.
At that moment, the fallen heart flame fought back with all its might. By now, however, it was practically a fish on the chopping block. Whether it was killed or carved apart depended entirely on Xiao Yan's will.
Xiao Yan held the upper hand now, and with his methods, he naturally had no intention of letting it go.
The fallen heart flame's resistance accomplished little. As the green lotus core flame poured into it without end, its struggles grew weaker and weaker.
"Chirp! Chirp!"
"Chirp! Chirp!"
During the erosion, Xiao Yan suddenly seemed to hear faint sounds coming from the fallen heart flame.
Although he did not understand what those chirping sounds meant, the plea for mercy within them was unmistakable.
"Begging for mercy?"
A chilling smile curled his lips as Xiao Yan sneered, "When you were refining me, why didn't you show us any mercy? If I hadn't been lucky, you would have devoured me long ago!"
The fallen heart flame's pleas did