The old man's pupil glowed red, and some of the surroundings started to distort instantly as his voice finished.
He turned into a small spark again and disappeared with the wind.
At this exact place, an emerald pupil appeared, looking around with a frown.
"He ran away again," the Great Lord Lightning muttered with a cold tone and immediately turned into small sparks of lightning and disappeared.
After some time, in this exact same abandoned small house, the air distorted and the old man appeared again with his lips curled.
"If you can find me so easily, then my name wouldn't be Flame Demon. As a person who has mastered Fire magic at the highest level, I am fire and the fire is me," he uttered.
"If you want to catch me, then you have to catch the fire."
Murmuring this to himself, a cheesy and corny line straight out of a kid's show, he felt unspeakable confidence, as long as he didn't go to the capital.
