At this moment, Yang Fan chuckled, saying:
"No need to rush to apologize, still early, still early!"
Yang Fan was ready to take risks, soaring out of the void without any hesitation. As he waved his hands, a terrifying sea of fire instantly filled this space, directly blocking the crazed demons trying to charge through!
"Want to come over? Ask if I agree first!"
Roar!
Roar! Howl!
No matter how they roared, it was useless. Once they entered the South Cleaving Flame, these Heavenly Demons would be instantly swallowed, turned to ashes in the blink of an eye!
"Good! Good kid! Hahahaha!" Situ, Mo Zhong, and Old Bai Feng laughed wildly, venting.
The Holy Temple Master and the old woman from Wanxiang Academy exchanged glances, seeing relief and caution in each other's eyes.
"What kind of flame is this..."
"South Cleaving Flame... the world's purest and strongest flame..."
Their conversation was brief and urgent.
