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But the aura fluctuations from the black flame were so terrifying that they made one's scalp tingle.

Such high-level flames...

How did Fang Zhixing obtain them?

The Hundred Spirit Sect Hierarch was dumbstruck, lost in a trance for a moment.

By the time he regained his senses, Zhuo Gongkui and his twelve disciples were burned beyond recognition.

It wasn't just the Hundred Spirit Sect Hierarch who was dumbfounded; Fan Qiulai, an expert in playing with fire, was equally shocked.

"What powerful flames!"

Fan Qiulai's eyes flickered, as he discerned some clues.

The black flame was extremely vicious, like a virus lurking deep in the body, ready to be triggered at any moment, causing immense damage.

"Master, save me..."

Zhuo Gongkui was still begging, his voice as thin as a thread, but his body was growing still, stopping its struggle.

The other eleven Yin Gods fared even worse, having all been charred.

"Collect!"

Fang Zhixing walked into their midst, waving his hand grandly.