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Boom—
In Xiwan City, the battle raged, the Fiend Lord of the Hanging Flame spun around high above the city. With a long staff in his right hand, he swung it, sending countless blazing flames cascading down like waterfalls, destroying the city.
The elders of Qingyi Sect died or were injured, and in a very short time, all of them lost their ability to fight.
The strength of the Fiend Lord of the Hanging Flame had already surpassed the Astral Projection Realm, leaving no one in Xiwan City as his match.
Upon receiving the news, He Youming rushed over through the Teleportation Array, but it was already too late. Most of Xiwan City had been destroyed, and screams and curses filled the entire city.
"Hahaha! You are merely livestock bred by the Qingyi Sect, I am merely seeking transcendence for you!"
The laughter of the Fiend Lord of the Hanging Flame echoed throughout the city, and upon hearing his words, He Youming's gaze sharpened, and he immediately drew his sword to attack.
