"My younger brother lost to you after using the Ash Black Flame. Today, I'll show you the true power of the Ash Black Flame!"
The red flame condensed into a black ball of fire on Nangong Zifeng's right hand. The black ball of fire seemed to contain countless vengeful souls.
Nangong Zifeng's cultivation had reached the 12th level of the spirit gathering realm, so the power of the Ash Black Flame was much stronger than Nangong Aotian's.
"Die!"
Whoosh!
The fireball was thrown out, leaving a blurry afterimage and a long flame tail. Its speed was as fast as lightning!
The sound of the air explosion was mixed with the mournful wails of ghosts. It was as if it was about to devour someone.
Whoosh!
Victor was directly hit by the fireball!
Before the audience could react, Nangong Zifeng sneered.
Did he think he could dodge it? He was too naive!
Victor, who had been hit by the flames, turned into a shadow and disappeared.