Xiao Yi's tone was not assertive.
His tone contained a sense of speculation and doubt.
Xiao Yi continued to gaze at the world of illusion.
His clear and deep eyes always focused, seemingly wanting to see the edge of this world.
After a while, Xiao Yi withdrew his gaze and shook his head.
Bang…
Xiao Yi's hands opened wide, and a wisp of white ghostly cold flame appeared out of thin air.
The flame, entirely white, shimmered with a ghostly light.
At the instant the flame appeared, everyone around squinted their eyes.
"Ice Netherworld Ghost Fire?"
Indeed, it was one of the formidable flames in the world, Ice Netherworld Ghost Fire.
The flame's outer layer glowed white, bitterly cold like ice.
Yet inside, the dancing flame was filled with scorching heat and an aura of silent annihilation.
