Old Monster

Seeing the diminishing flames, Yi Hong was furious. This was supposed to be his opportunity, but unexpectedly, Xing Ye benefited from it.

"Well, anyway, he's going to die sooner or later. I'll take it back then." He could only console himself in his heart; otherwise, he might go crazy with anger.

Angry, he lifted his foot to kick, originally aiming for Shen Lang's head, partly to vent and partly to prevent him from waking up. However, he missed, and when he looked down, there was no one there.

Shen Lang rolled away into the distance, sensing the scorching of the Black Flame, and woke up early. He didn't know what had happened but quickly retreated to Qiu Qin's side. With a swollen face, he opened his eyes wide, staring at Xing Ye on the altar.

Even though they were far apart, he could still sense the terrifying flames.

Then he saw this stranger, who, when Xing Ye was about to die, threw two crystals in succession, saving Xing Ye.