Deep within the main hall stood an enormous altar. No fire slaves remained nearby. Milky-white flames churned fiercely atop the altar, their temperature terrifyingly high, while a wisp of crimson light shimmered at their center.
As the red light gradually faded, everyone looked over and saw a rather gaunt figure standing straight at the center of the altar. Strangely, none of the surrounding milky-white flames clung to his body. His eyes were tightly closed, and an overpowering aura spread from within him, like Mount Tai bearing down from above!
"A Four-Star Dou Sheng fire slave. Is this the Purifying Lotus Demon Flame's final trump card? But why does this fire slave seem somewhat familiar?"
Looking at the figure in the center of the altar, whose face was mostly hidden by white mist, leaving only a vague outline visible, the white-bearded elder spoke in puzzlement.
Before his words had even faded, several sounds of rushing wind suddenly rang out behind him. The newcomers were none other than the people of the Gu Clan.
The Soul Clan members turned to look at the Gu Clan party, and a trace of confusion likewise rose in Hun Miesheng's heart. Logically, this group from the Gu Clan was no weaker than theirs. Why had they arrived more slowly? They also seemed completely unconcerned that the Soul Clan had gone ahead of them and seized the initiative.
Could that remnant map I failed to find earlier be in her hands? Together with the three I auctioned off, would that mean this woman, Gu Xun'er, has already assembled the complete Demonic Flame Remnant Map?
Hun Changqing, who stood among them, had noticed this as well. A thoughtful look flashed through his eyes as he studied the expressionless Gu Xun'er. Then, as though something had suddenly occurred to