The red and white flames drew near the vortex on the Ganges River.
The white elder watched from behind, and five figures appeared behind him, each using the eyes of the Seven-Colored Glaze Ball to attentively see Wang Xu off.
"Even if only a soul remains, you can still feel this icy coldness."
The soul parasitizes in the flames, yet Wang Xu retains consciousness and can clearly sense the soul aura emanating from the Ganges, that frozen chill causing his soul to involuntarily tremble.
The closer he got to the Ganges, the more violently Wang Xu's soul trembled.
Eventually, even the red and white flames dimmed slightly, indicating that even the Devouring Fire felt some trepidation in the face of such an immense and terrifying soul aura.
Suddenly, the speed of the red and white flames flying toward the Ganges began to accelerate.
A frenzied pulling force emanated from the vortex in the Ganges, continuously dragging the Fire of Silence inward.
"You Ji!"
