With Flame Singed Clothes's death, while the Palatial Balefire continued to rage on with great intensity, the experts all knew it practically had no function any longer. In accordance to the rules of Parallel World, any spell unleashed would become useless the moment they lost the support of the caster's mana.
Thus, the six other experts who were still behind that Palatial Balefire confidently stepped through the wall of flames, and just as they had expected, not a single point of damage was dealt to them.
By now, Drifting's Blossoming Crimson Lotus had ended its pulse. Southern Lone Blade and that Priest were pressed behind his shield as they watched that wave of flames roil past them. Southern Lone Blade naturally knew it had ended when he saw his HP had stopped diminishing. These two men slowly stood up, their expressions ashen. It was clear they no longer had the means to resist.
