The Vital Flame and the Tortoise Spirit Earth Fire swiftly transformed into two distinct flames within Xiao Yan's palm, subtly transmitting a sense of resistance. Though these two unique flames had already claimed their masters, even without intentional resistance from Xiao Yan, an instinctive reluctance remained—this was due to Xiao Yan's current near-complete transformation into an exotic fire-bodied being. If ordinary individuals held them, the flames would likely have exploded immediately, rather than remain so gentle. With the two clusters of primordial hetero-flames now quieting down, Xiao Yan finally felt a slight relief. He gently rotated his palm, causing six streams of fire to coalesce once more. As the six hetero-flames slowly merged, he flicked his finger, sending the Vital Flame and the Tortoise Spirit's Cold Flame directly into the center. "Boom! Boom!" With the entry of these two hetero-flames, the previously tranquil fire vortex erupted into deep, resonant sounds. Torrents of terrifying energy roared violently within, as though it were about to burst apart. Feeling the changes within the flame vortex, Xiao Yan's expression grew serious. Though he now possessed the unique spirit-body of Xiao Yi's hetero-fire, he remained profoundly unfamiliar with these two types of hetero-fire, making their fusion inherently challenging. Yet this did not cause him to falter. His soul, at the peak of the Heavenly Realm, surged into the vortex like a tidal wave, instantly calming the turbulent energy—much as a large bucket of ice water had been poured into boiling water, instantly quenching the chaos. As the turbulence subsided, the vortex gradually re-coalesced under Xiao Yan's guidance. At the same time, his internal combat energy flowed into the vortex like a continuous tide, steadily augmenting the two hetero-fires. The strain on his combat energy, however, multiplied significantly—so intense that even Xiao Yan, at present, found it difficult to sustain. As more and more Qi flowed into the fire vortex, ripples of tangible substance began to ripple within it, gradually taking shape—like a lotus bud—faintly emerging inside the vortex. A subtle yet profound surge, one that even Xiao Yan found himself trembling with awe, quietly spread outward. The Buddha-angry Lotus of Eight Unique Fires—this was truly a force capable of annihilating heaven and earth. The cold light in Huan Yan's eyes surged as he suddenly slammed his palm onto the northern king's body. The force erupted instantly, pressing deeply into the northern king's chest and causing it to cave inward—had it not been for the fact that the northern king himself was a puppet, this single blow would have been enough to kill him. Nevertheless, the fierce palm wind still hurled the northern king hundreds of feet into the air. Huan Yan then moved swiftly, darting directly toward Xiao Yan. "Hold him!" Seeing this, Yao Lao's face immediately tightened. With a low command, a streak of qi shot forth. Yet Huan Yan barely glanced at it, merely sweeping his sleeve and effortlessly dispersing the attack. "Red Toxin Palm!" When the obstruction failed, Shennong Elder grew serious, leaping forward with his body. His palm rapidly expanded into several concentric circles, turning a deep crimson, with subtle anomalies radiating from its surface. Then, he charged a powerful palm strike at Huan Yan. "Hmph." Faced with the elder Shen Nong's assault, Huan Yan merely sneered, flipping and lifting his hands so that his five fingers turned dark. He then casually slapped out, meeting Shen Nong's crimson palm wind. "Pffft!" Upon impact, both released a distinct, fragrant aroma. Shen Nong's face paled instantly, and a gush of blood erupted from his mouth as he stumbled backward, clearly suffering a significant setback. "A bunch of shrimp and crab troops," Huan Yan scoffed, "thinking they can escape my Huan clan? Dream on!" After delivering a decisive blow to Shen Nong, Huan Yan gave a cold laugh, flashing into position before Xiao Yan. His dark, five-fingered hands, resembling the fingers of a death deity, darted like lightning, swiftly closing in on the latter. Xiao Yan's gaze remained locked firmly on Huan Yan's clawing winds. In mere moments, the fierce gusts swept past him, effortlessly tearing through his surface aura defenses and landing heavily upon his body. "Squeak!" Black fingers swept past, stirring a burst of blood and sparks. The fabric on Xiao Yan's chest instantly turned to ash. His body was now covered in a layer of solid dragon scales, though five deep wounds had already appeared on the scales, with blood continuously seeping out. Had it not been for the defensive power of the Long-Phoenix Ancient Armor, Xiao Yan would have been torn open and ruptured. Struck hard, Xiao Yan's face grew pale, his body thrown backward by the force of the claws. Yet as he flew back, a cold smile flickered across his eyes. He slightly opened his mouth and murmured, "Explosion!" At that moment, the Hounyan's eyes narrowed sharply. His gaze froze at a spot just a few centimeters in front of him—there, a fire lotus the size of a palm was slowly rotating, radiating a splendid array of eight vibrant hues, breathtaking in beauty. Gazing at the flaming lotus now so close, Huan Yan's expression underwent a dramatic shift. Yet before he could react, a brilliant radiance erupted from within the lotus, sending out countless beams of light imbued with destructive power. These beams poured forth in dense succession, and anyone struck by them instantly turned to ash. Fortunately, Xiao Yan had previously used Huan Yan's strength to propel himself backward; otherwise, he too would have been pierced by these beams. Huan Yan, being the first to be struck, was pierced by several beams, yet his body did not turn to ash. Instead, a surging tide of powerful qi continuously erupted from within him, fiercely resisting the encroaching destructive forces. However, the lotus of eight distinct flames was far from simple. After the beam of light was projected, waves of destruction radiated outward from within the lotus. Above, a brilliant radiance shimmered like another rising sun, its intense light filling nearly the entire Ye Jie space. "Roar!" An indescribable wave of devastation surged forth in all directions across the sky. The mountain ranges below, already ravaged and fragmented, were instantly reduced to scorched earth. The scorching heat melted the mountains themselves. Xiao Yan clutched onto the elderly pharmacists and others, retreating swiftly, while the pure lotus flame formed a vast protective shield over his body, shielding him from the impact. The devastating impact lasted for a good while before gradually dissipating. A black smoke descended from the central area and finally landed with force, crushing the ground and creating a massive crater stretching thousands of feet deep. Xiang Yan gazed far into the distance, and could faintly see the Huan Yan, now enveloped in black mist. However, his aura had weakened significantly compared to before, clearly suffering a severe injury. Xiao Yan's face was pale, his chest wound sending sharp, intense pain that made him tremble throughout. With a swift motion, he sent the Vital Flame and the Tortoise Spirit's Cold Flame back to the God Nong elders. His voice was urgent, stating that his own condition was now extremely critical—his consumption of the Eight-Color Lotus Flame far exceeded his expectations. Even if he could summon it once more, he would be extraordinarily weak. Under such perilous circumstances, with threats on all sides, a weakened individual's chances of survival would likely be nil. Upon hearing Xiao Yan's words, everyone realized that at the very center of the destructive shockwave, a spatial fissure several zhang in size had been torn open, causing a collective surge of excitement and alertness. "Hurry!" Xiao Yan pulled out a jade vial from his storage amulet, poured the medicinal liquid haphazardly over his chest wound, and urged once more. With renewed determination, he stepped forward, his back wings spreading out, and darted swiftly toward the spatial fissure—this was now the optimal moment for escape! "Hold them off!" "On the ground, Huan Yan shook his body, rising into the air with a fierce, grim roar—unbelievable, even for his strength, he had been reduced to such a desperate state by Xiao Yan! 'Boom! Boom!' As if sensing that Xiao Yan and the others had a solid chance of escape, the remaining elite members of the Medic Race suddenly erupted in a wave of self-sacrificial explosions, their shockwaves sweeping aside the Huan Race warriors who had attempted to intercept them." The spirit mirror engaged in combat with the medicinal elixir now saw this scene, and his expression darkened. He hadn't expected the young man to even repel the Spirit Flame. However, just as he was about to withdraw to intervene, the medicinal elixir seemed to sense his intention—its face bloomed with a fierce, wild grin, and its internal qi surged into a sudden, violent frenzy.