"Bitch, I'll fight you to the death!"
Seeing Chu Zhan's dire straits, an oblivious and tearful Chu He charged forward recklessly.
Chu Yi could not stop her in time and could only grit his teeth as he rushed after her.
At that moment, everyone from Demon Princess in front to Mo Xingcang in the night sky suddenly stopped.
They had seen how the hundreds of corpses had died, all killed by flames.
They also noticed the Bronze Ancient Lamp in Tang Wan's hands.
"Is this... a Saint Level Magic Artifact?" exclaimed Zhao Qian, his eyes filled with wary fear.
"You little bastard, wasn't your Exotic Flame triggered to explode that day, how could it..."
Mo Xingcang, his eyes filled with lingering fear, stared intently at Chu Yi, recalling the terrifying and vivid scene from the past in the Great Wilderness ancient monument—the sky filled with a downpour of fire that nearly reduced him to a pile of ashes. His voice was even trembling.
