Blood light piled upon itself, like a collapsing mountain and a sweeping tide.
Chen Hai's flames had been suppressed to the extent that they only reached around two or three meters from him.
If this trend were to continue, maybe after another ten or twenty minutes, he wouldn't be able to hold on and would be swallowed by the encompassing blood light.
Seeing this situation, Chen Hai also felt a sense of urgency in his heart.
He had promised a lot, even making unreliable promises like chopping down the Xuanyuan Sword, the Human Path Sword.
Unfortunately, there were still no responses from the Hongming Blade.
"Hongming, as long as you're willing to follow me, and once I become stronger and have the chance, I will help you slash down Emperor Xuanyuan..."
He himself hardly believed what he had said.
But at this urgent moment, he could no longer afford to care too much.
After all, the existence of the legendary Emperor Xuanyuan was still unknown; no one could be certain.