"Ah! Ahhh! Ahhhh!" Under Shi Feng's intensifying torment, the Sacred Flame's voice became even more sorrowful and pained as it echoed from within Shi Feng!
"You! You! Ahhh!" The Sacred Flame's roar still contained defiance. However, having spent over a year with Shi Feng, it clearly understood his temperament—if it further enraged him, he was very likely capable of anything!
In the end, the Sacred Flame chose to swallow its anger, whimpering in pain and no longer provoking him.
"Boom! Boom! Boom boom!" Just then, the black altar that Shi Feng and Luo Qingchuan were on began to violently tremble once more, and Undying Mountain was once again rocked by fierce shaking.
And amidst the shaking, Shi Feng and Luo Qingchuan saw that the fissure on the black altar in front of them was starting to expand even more!
"Could it be that there's really no way to stop this abomination from being born?" Shi Feng inwardly spoke with some anxiety.