They all looked on with regret at this scene, as if Zhou Yan was undoubtedly doomed this time.
But Zhou Yan, at this moment, didn't care about any of it.
It wasn't that he wasn't afraid of dying, nor was he unsure about facing such a deadly attack, because he had always believed in one thing—that the Purple Flame was sentient!
He had verified this many times, and this time, the key also lay in the Purple Flame.
Instead of resisting, when the sword soul polar light struck his forehead, Zhou Yan even let go of the defensive power of his body and broke open the gate to the Purple Flame Space in his forehead himself!
"Buzz—"
This polar light, visible to everyone, struck Zhou Yan's head in one go.
Then, unsurprisingly, the beam struck the mass of Purple Flame Lotus Seeds.
The already melting golden fragments and leaf-like objects were suddenly knocked away.
Even the foundation of the Purple Flame Lotus Seeds seemed to have been knocked askew.