Three formations were broken, and two weakened auras spread forth.
They were the very essences of Flame Soul and Flame Fire, both reduced to mere slivers of their souls.
"This must be what true strength is, to have been sealed for so many years and still survive."
Ye Tianwei and the others were profoundly shocked, unable to fathom the agony and loneliness of the sealing process.
Could ordinary people endure for so many years? Most likely, they would have given up long ago.
The Flame Dragon swiftly emerged from the abyss below, its face alight with joy.
Feng Wuchen glanced at the two frail souls cradled by the injured Flame Dragon, and immediately activated his Soul Power to protect them, nourishing the weak souls with his own Soul Power.
"An Eighth-Rank Alchemist!" Elder Long Kui's heart shuddered.
"Eighth Grade!" The other five Elders' faces were also filled with astonishment.