"Xiao Yan, you're dying!" As Xiao Yan's body had just flashed into motion, Master Mu Bone had noticed him immediately, his eyes growing cold and sharp, his voice rising in command. Yet, ignoring the elder's sharp words, Xiao Yan, accompanied by Tian Yao Kui, pushed his speed to its absolute limit, moving like a thunderbolt toward the Soul Palace elder who had been blocking the three thousand Yan Flame. "Kill him!" Seeing Xiao Yan disregard his call, Master Mu Bone's gaze deepened with fierce determination, and he directed his words firmly to the black-robed elder who had been struck by the three thousand Yan Flame. Upon hearing this, the black-robed elder nodded in response, and both of them surged forward simultaneously, their vast aura causing ripples throughout the otherwise empty space. "Shh!" As their bodies began to move, barely had they advanced a short distance when the space before them suddenly warped, and a figure slowly emerged, intercepting both of them instantly. "Qiu Ling, get out of the way!" Staring at the hills now appearing before him, Master Mu Gu's face grew cold, and he roared. In response to Master Mu Gu's roar, the hills sneered, said nothing, and then unleashed his inner qi without reservation. With a sudden movement, he surged forward, closing the distance on the elder. Seeing the hills charge with such fierce momentum, Master Mu Gu's expression slightly tightened. His current condition was no match for the hills'. Turning his gaze to the black-robed master beside him, he said firmly, "Let's move together—seize this old man!" "Agreed!" Upon hearing this, the black-robed master nodded as well. He too was seriously injured. The unique destructive power of the Three Thousand Flames of Yan had inflicted deep wounds within him. In his current state, he could not possibly hold his own against the hills alone. Thus, a joint effort was the best course of action. Seeing the two elder masters teaming up to fight, Chou Ling's eyes flashed a cold smile, neither retreating nor yielding—instead, he advanced with even greater ferocity. …… As Xiao Yan and the others began to show signs of activity, the Black Robed Sovereign, who had been engaged in fierce combat with Qinghua Elder, also sensed the shift. His expression subtly changed; he had intended to break free from the battle circle, yet Qinghua Elder held him fast, refusing to let go. "Ah, truly unfortunate," sighed the Qinghua Elder, glancing at Xiao Yan who was charging straight toward the Three Thousand Yan Fire. "Back then, when I first sought the Heterogeneous Flame, I encountered Ye Chen. Now, as I pursue it again, I find myself facing his disciple. Well, perhaps I simply lack the fortune to meet such destinies. For the sake of our past connections with Ye Chen, I'll lend a hand to this young man this time." With that, Qinghua Elder turned and surged forward, his aura surging powerfully, tightening his grip on the Black Robed Sovereign. … Above the void, the尊er of the Soul Palace continuously poured out vast black mist from his sleeve, within which countless souls seemed to surge like a torrential rain, crashing against the body of the Three Thousand Yan Fire Flames and exploding upon impact, causing the deep black flames to ripple and tremble. "It's almost over—the Three Thousand Yan Fire Flames can't hold much longer…" Observing the gradually fading purple-black flames on the body of the Three Thousand Yan Fire Flames, the Soul Palace尊er exhaled a deep breath of relief. Yet, as he prepared to release his own souls and unleash a self-explosion, an unexpectedly terrifying gust of wind suddenly surged behind him, causing his expression to shift. "Clang!" As his face changed, the fabric of his robe tore violently behind him, several chains formed from condensed black mist shooting forth with force, and a crisp, resonant sound of metal clashing rang out across the heavens. "Boom!" "Though the chains withstood the blow, the lingering force of the qi still sent the Spirit Pavilion's senior cultivator staggering back two steps before he could steady himself. With a cold expression, he lifted his head to find a golden figure standing where he had just retreated. "You've grown too complacent, haven't you?" the Spirit Pavilion senior cultivator scanned the scene and immediately spotted Xiao Yan standing behind the Heavenly Demon Puppet, his voice sharp and frosty. "Engage!" Xiao Yan glanced at him calmly before speaking softly. "Boom!" As soon as his words fell, the Heavenly Demon Puppet's foot pressed against the void, emitting a subtle thud. In an instant, the figure surged forward like a flash of lightning, appearing directly before the Spirit Pavilion senior cultivator. He raised his golden iron fist, sending a powerful gust of wind crashing into the latter's head. Watching the space shatter beneath the puppet's fist, the Spirit Pavilion senior cultivator's expression tightened, unable to afford any delay, and met the attack with full force. "Crash!" "At that very instant, as the spiritual elders and the Tian Yao Puppet clashed fiercely, Xiao Yan smiled and immediately turned his gaze toward the Three Thousand Yan Fire flames located a little distance away. Though the flames on the latter's body were now slightly dimmed, Xiao Yan noticed that stellar energies were continuously seeping into the surrounding void and being drawn into the Three Thousand Yan Fire. As these stellar energies flowed in, the flames on the body gradually regained their strength and brilliance. 'Indeed, the fire of immortality,' Xiao Yan thought, his heart stirred with awe. It was clear that the title of 'Immortal Fire' was well-earned. With such a steady absorption, the flames would surely recover their strength soon—once again becoming a formidable force, difficult to handle." "It can no longer absorb the power of the stars..." As this thought passed through his mind, Xiao Yan stepped into the void, appearing directly before the Three Thousand Yan Fire. A jade-green flame slowly surged from within his body, fully enveloping him. The Three Thousand Yan Fire stared coldly at Xiao Yan as he materialized. When the jade-green flame rose, its expression momentarily paused, then suddenly revealed a yearning that had never before been seen. Though sealed for so many years, it wasn't entirely clear what this jade-green flame was, but instinctively, it felt that if it could consume it, even the three foremost figures of the Dan Tower would no longer be a threat. Xiao Yan noticed this yearning in the fire's gaze and couldn't help but shake his head. When the Heart Flame had fallen, it had shown the same emotion—though not as clearly as this one. "If you wish to devour my hetero-fire, then you'll have to prove yourself worthy..." Xiao Yan smiled, and with a flash of silver light beneath his feet, a deep resonant thunder rolled out, swiftly materializing like a ghost above the head of the Three Thousand Yan Fire. The green-flame-wrapped fist crashed directly into its head. Seeing the flame pillar surge toward him, Xiao Yan let out a cold laugh. Indeed, in his peak form, the Three Thousand Yan Fire was no match for him—but alas, the current state of the former was barely one-tenth of his peak. The flame pillar rapidly expanded within his field of vision. As it approached within a span of a few feet of his body, Xiao Yan stirred his inner consciousness, and the Lapis Luminous Lotus Fire surged forth from within, instantly forming a blazing wall of fire before him. "Boom!" The deep purple and black flame pillar struck forcefully against the vibrant green fire wall, and finally, the two distinct flames met head-on, each unleashing their terrifying destructive power in a frenzy. The fire wall rippled with intense waves, yet remained remarkably stable despite the relentless assault of the Three Thousand Yan Fire. This standoff lasted for approximately several minutes, and eventually, the purple-black flame pillar gradually weakened due to the exhaustion of the Three Thousand Yan Fire. Gazing at the slightly waning Three Thousand Yan Flame, a flash of light sparked in Xiao Yan's eyes. The emerald fire wall suddenly dissipated, and at the same time, several jade vials appeared in his hands—thrown with lightning speed toward the still-persistent purple-black flame pillar. "Pop! Pop!" As soon as the jade vials touched the Three Thousand Yan Flame, they instantly burst open, releasing droplets of snow-white liquid. Sputtering! Upon contact with the deep purple-black flame, these droplets immediately erupted into dense plumes of white mist, each mist carrying a sensation of icy, bone-chilling cold. Though the mist quickly dispersed due to the high temperature of the purple-black flame, Xiao Yan's maneuver had undoubtedly added to the strain on the Three Thousand Yan Flame. The once-dark flames on his body finally fully reverted back to their original deep purple-black hue. "Now!" As the dark flames swirling around the body of the Three Thousand Yan Fire gradually transformed into a deep purple-black, a flash of brilliance suddenly passed through Xiao Yan's eyes. The lightning glimmers on his feet surged, and with a ripple of space, he seemed to vanish mysteriously—reappearing moments later precisely at the place where the Three Thousand Yan Fire's dragon head stood.