Wrapped in a purple-gold flame, Michael was not turned into ash; he didn't even feel the slightest pain. On the contrary, he felt a warm sensation.
"Is this the Flame of Netherworld God?"
Gazing at the flames on his body, Michael showed a hint of longing in his eyes.
Even though Samadhi True Fire was strong, it stood no chance against the Flame of Netherworld God.
If he possessed such a flame, even if his level was far below the Purple-robed Sky Monarch, he would still be completely confident that he could kill him.
"Right."
A middle-aged man murmured, and the purple-gold flame returned to his palm.
This "Right," he wasn't sure whether it was in praise of Michael, or the Samadhi True Fire that Michael displayed.
"Descendant Michael pays respect to Great Ancestor!"
Having confirmed the identity of the opposite party, Michael immediately saluted.