"So, do you remember now? Nikopolas, what is this—"
Fang Hong lifted the object in his hand.
In that moment, a very dangerous omen flashed through Nikopolas's heart, "Throw it away!" it screamed, and its claw came pressing down on Fang Hong, but it was at that moment a golden light burst forth from Fang Hong's hand.
The Dark Giant Dragon cried out in pain, withdrawing and retreating. It looked at its own paw in disbelief; the skin of its palm was split open, its flesh turned over, and a patch had actually charred.
Looking at Fang Hong in disbelief, it cried out in a high-pitched voice, "That strength is..."
In Fang Hong's hand was a ring.
It shimmered with a fierce golden flame, like a slowly flowing ring of molten lava, so dazzlingly brilliant even in this fire-laden environment—that ring still stood out as exceptionally bright.
Fang Hong had actually seen it before.
So had Red Leaf.
That's why the latter couldn't help but cry out, "The Ring of Golden Flame!"
