The purple flames continued spreading, devouring everything in their path, including the remains of the layers Clifford had placed. The prison was destroyed as the bars were consumed by the raging flames. Clifford waved his hand to keep the ash away from him while looking around. He understood that only one of the three cultivators remained while the other two had evaporated into ash.
"Incredible, what if the Devil's Masquerade target had more Qi?" Clifford mused, noting that his previous target had a supply equal to about 20% of his own. He wondered how big the explosion would be if the target had more Qi, even though his experiments had given him an idea. He wished to try again on a stronger cultivator to pass the time.
"The tournament should be finished by now, and the emperor should have known my decision by the time I started killing everyone around me," Clifford spoke, anticipating the arrival of reinforcements.
