As drops of blood fell into The Ancient Lamp of Flame God, the wick inside it suddenly lit up, flaring into a sea of fire.
The flames swept across heaven and earth, it seemed as if the entire sky was boiling, causing a change in the atmosphere, and everything was filled with an intense heat.
Bai Qingxue couldn't help but nod her head, "Not bad, not bad. Using your own blood to light this lamp, it's a nice thought, but it's quite idiotic."
The Xuan Emperor's face was grim. Being in the presence of this woman in white, he felt a continuous sense of contempt, which made him furious.
Coupled with the pain of losing his son, the Xuan Emperor fell into a state of madness, persistently dripping his blood into the ancient lamp, causing the flame to grow even more fierce.
He wanted to bring out the full power of The Ancient Lamp of Flame God, and unleash the most powerful strike. Even if he couldn't kill the woman in white, he would at least gravely wound her.
