As soon as Fen Yan's words left his mouth, the token, originally only the size of a palm and resembling a burning candle, suddenly burst into a layer of cyan flames with a whoosh. These flames looked quite ordinary and not fierce, but the Evil Monarch was very wary of them. Seeing the flames rise, he didn't hesitate to leap back and conceal his figure once again.
At this time, Fen Yan dared not extinguish the cyan flames on the token and cautiously took a defensive stance again, feeling a sense of trepidation. The Evil Monarch's timing had been too perfect. If it weren't for his acquisition of the Ancient Divine Object, the token, he probably would have turned into a corpse by now.
Still, even with the token, Fen Yan could not afford to let his guard down. He calmed his mind, thinking of nothing. And thus, silence enveloped the area once more, not a single sound, not even from the cyan flames burning on the token.
