The Secret of the Myriad Water Flow, Threat
At last, when the Death Flame gathered together, rising into the void like a black sun—
The Sacred Flame Three Elders slowly opened their eyes.
Just like the others, a mass of black flames bored out from within their bodies, burning their bloodlines to ashes.
Having used this move, even if Xu Zimo did not kill them, the three of them would not live much longer.
Using the last of his consciousness, he held himself up.
They could only support themselves with the last remnants of their consciousness.
"You can die beneath this move, with so many clansmen buried alongside you.
"You should be proud," Elder Wang said coldly.
"Proud? You think the likes of you deserve that?" Xu Zimo smiled.
"Kill!" Elder Wang roared.
The three exhausted their final strength, and that fiercely burning flame became like the god of death, transforming into a bolt of lightning.
It struck Xu Zimo's body.
Only the unceasing roar of explosions could be heard.
Xu Zimo did not even have time to evade. The flames seemed to possess a tracking ability, plunging directly into his mind.
Seeing this, the Sacred Flame Three Elders were finally at ease.
Because Xu Zimo was undoubtedly doomed.
They grinned, wanting to use the final moments of their lives to watch Xu Zimo die before their eyes.
At this moment, Xu Zimo's gaze was deep.
He sensed the condition within his body.
After those flames entered his mind, they began burning both his flesh and his divine soul.
His spiritual energy was like fuel for the flames.
The more they burned, the fiercer they grew.
The aura of death kept drawing nearer. Xu Zimo could feel that oppressive force.
His consciousness grew hazy, as though he had already