The golden flames burned intensely, a faint image of the Flame King began to appear behind Ji Dong, and he slowly approached Huang Liming. The Bing Wu Primordial Yang Sacred Fire in his hand was also burning more and more intensely. He would never give Huang Liming any chance to turn the tables. If Huang Liming couldn't answer his questions, he naturally wouldn't choose to trust an enemy. To cut the weeds and eliminate the roots was the way to avoid future problems.
"Wait." Huang Liming yelled out, he felt his life threatened, "Ji Dong, even if you don't believe what I say, I have a piece of news that you must want to know."
"My patience is limited, I hope this time you won't disappoint me." Ji Dong stopped, coldly looking at Huang Liming.
