Xu Zimei's gaze was deep and profound.
"Stop deceiving yourself," Ghost Saint Heir snorted coldly.
"If you could kill them, then why couldn't you burn them just now?"
"They weren't burned earlier because the flames weren't strong enough.
They merely killed them but didn't incinerate the death aura around their bodies.
That's why they could keep resurrecting," Xu Zimei said calmly.
He stretched out his hand, and Zhurong's Flame blossomed like a lotus in his palm.
The scorching flames quietly burned, already completely annihilating the void.
Seeing this flame, many in the Fire Tribe instinctively felt fear.
Because Zhurong's Flame was too powerful.
Its appearance instantly suppressed the flames within the bodies of many Fire Tribe members.
"Who is he after all?
Obviously not one of our Fire Tribe, so why does he have such strong flames?"
"How does this flame compare to the Sun Fire of the Sun Palace?"
Someone asked.
