In the next moment, dazzling purple flames, accompanied by surging heat waves, roared like a furious beast of purple flame, rushing towards the bloodshot, grotesque face.
In just an instant, the face was completely consumed by the blazing purple flames, turning into nothingness, as if it had never existed.
The three night watchmen felt the scorching fire wave rushing past them, yet unexpectedly discovered.
They were not affected in the slightest, as if those terrifying purple flames had intelligence and avoided them.
"You are..."
The leader of the night watchmen, his Adam's apple moving with difficulty, suppressed the stormy waves in his heart, and asked in a trembling, intermittent voice.
His eyes were filled with disbelief, staring fixedly at the mysterious presence before him.
What kind of power is this?
Flame?
Immortal technique?
Just now, that ghostly thing appeared without warning, its surrounding aura so dense it seemed tangible.
