"Great! Finally something decent." Zhang Xiaohao nodded in satisfaction.
No matter how fierce these flames came, with the World-purifying Heavenly Fire protecting him, these flames not only couldn't harm him but behaved obediently like grandchildren in front of him.
The Netherworld Demon Body was operating crazily, domineeringly devouring the surrounding twenty types of flame power.
Under the devouring of the Netherworld Demon Body, strands of flame, visible to the naked eye, were rapidly being refined, tempering Zhang Xiaohao's body's meridians and so on.
In cultivation, there's no sense of time.
In the blink of an eye, a night had passed.
Less than an hour remained until dawn.
Around him were still twenty terrifying flames, but their numbers were slowly decreasing, the more they're refined, the fewer they get.
Moreover, the power of these twenty flames was rapidly diminishing. Looking at this, it wouldn't be long before the people outside could no longer hold on.
