The auction hall was filled with shock from the group of Shen Dan Masters.
Seeing their utmost shocked expressions, both Yang Tianxian and Situ Zhentian understood.
Yang Tianxian and Situ Zhentian had also suffered from the torture of poison flames, that agony worse than thousands of arrows piercing the heart, they knew all too well.
Such pain was unbearable for ordinary people.
Moreover, many Alchemists and Artifact Refiners had died from the outbreaks of poison flames.
On reflection, both elders felt lingering fear.
"State Preceptor, Prince, we implore you to help, please plead with the Elixir Emperor to assist us in curing the poison flames!" Chu Changkong hurriedly knelt down to beg.
"The torture of the poison flames has tormented me for decades, it's incredibly agonizing when it flares up, it's worse than death itself."
"State Preceptor, Prince, you must help us, we can barely endure the torment of the poison flames any longer!"
