Xiao Yi looked at the surrounding flames without much change in expression.
He then turned his gaze forward.
Ahead, there was a prohibition.
In his perception, this prohibition was the strongest in this Fire Sea Land.
That's why he had not stopped elsewhere as he traveled.
If it were said that the previous flames, even if stronger, reached the level of the Peak of Saint Emperor Realm but only required a lot of effort for Peak Martial Artists of the Emperor Realm to resist.
But now, the flames transformed into Eight Wind Flames, which were entirely different.
A Peak Martial Artist at the Emperor Realm here might not even last very long.
Of course, for Xiao Yi, this was nothing.
"Eight Wind Flames?" Xiao Yi sneered, "Break."
At his fingertip, a Sword Qi condensed.
Whoosh…
Almost instantly, the surrounding flames surged like a storm.
The flames, like eight storms, attacked from all directions.
"Hmph." Xiao Yi snorted, flicked his finger, and the Sword Qi flashed past.
