The Vermilion Bird Sect was one of the four great sects of the Kingdom of the Nine States. Now, however, it was engulfed in a sea of purple flames. Moreover, these purple flames were inextinguishable, even for the powerful beings of the Vermilion Bird Sect. Once one came into contact with these purple flames, their only fate would be death. They would be ruthlessly burned into nothing but a plume of black smoke.
Compared to these purple flames, even the pure and eternal Holy Vermilion Flame started to appear dim and lackluster.
The divine tree started to collapse.
This was seemingly doomsday for the Vermilion Bird Sect.
"Mo Hai!" Yang Yuan immediately slashed his sword at Mo Hai's arm. That arm was burning with purple flames, and these flames had almost disintegrated his arm in the blink of an eye.
