However, Nie Li and his companions were unharmed. They already practiced the most powerful cultivation arts, and their souls' resilience was one in ten thousand.
The Divine Attendant watching from outside could see that several of them were truly extraordinary.
The one he paid the most attention to was the Demon Lord, whose pace was unhurried but whose steps were steady. In his eyes, the Demon Lord should have been the strongest of the group, though Nie Li and the others behind him were not far behind in talent.
Once they rushed into the tower, an even more terrifying, scorching heat struck them head-on. Many experts could no longer endure it and rushed back out, while some gritted their teeth and remained on this floor to meditate.
Black Flame also began burning all over Duan Jian's body.
The surrounding experts sighed, for in their eyes, Duan Jian was as good as finished.
Nie Li hurriedly checked through the Soul Magic Array in his Soul Sea. Nothing's wrong-he's still growing stronger?
After a moment's thought, Nie Li understood. Duan Jian possessed the Black Dragon Bloodline, and Black Dragons were masters of Black Flame.
For Duan Jian, this misfortune had turned into a blessing. These flames could not harm him at all. The more fiercely they burned him, the faster his Soul Force increased.
The group began heading toward the stairs leading to the second floor.
However, with every step they climbed, the burning sensation grew stronger.
When they reached the second floor, there were far fewer people, but every person who remained was an elite.
Nie Li and the others found a spot and sat cross-legged to cultivate, concentrating on resisting the Black Flame.
The Demon Lord, who was also sitting cross-legged and cultivating there, opened his eyes and looked toward