Spilled water could never be gathered back; even Great Elder Qiu Ling could hardly recall a Dou Technique once it had left his hands.
Runes covered the three thousand burning flame, appearing like chains. Within its enormous body, a small purplish-black dragon could be seen darting toward its brow like lightning. The purplish-black flames surrounding it compressed and contracted, gathering into that little dragon and lending it a chilling, pitch-black hue. As the little dragon turned completely black, a faint aura of destruction spread from within it.
"Fall back! This-this beast has gone mad! It actually dared to manifest its origin flame on its own!"
Seeing the three thousand burning flame's actions, Great Elder Qiu Ling shouted, no longer able to concern himself with anything else.
The three thousand burning flame's madness had caught them off guard. With its origin flame gathered at its brow, anyone who dared step forward to stop it now would face its desperate, all-out strike!
No one present could withstand the consequences. Anyone who took that blow would be crippled, if not killed.
Chen Cang and Hei Qing understood the gravity of the situation as well. They immediately retreated far away, watching helplessly as the enormous palm imprint struck the three thousand burning flame's brow.
Boom!
A thunderous explosion rang through the space.
The instant it sounded, all three turned their gazes toward the three thousand burning flame. They saw that the flameless dragon scale on its forehead had been blasted apart.
As that scale shattered, the runic chains manifested across its enormous draconic body quietly faded away.
The seal had broken!
But borrowing the Great Elder's power to break the seal had left the three thousand burning flame severely weakened. Its coiled, winding body had lost all its luster. Only the little black dragon