The Red Flames' fiery orb arrived with the momentum of a thunderstorm, like thousands of bombs exploding, Ye Tian regretted immensely and cursed himself for meddling in the business of a stranger for no good reason!
The calm before the storm, as usual, seemed no exception this time.
The fiery red orb stopped right in front of Ye Tian, as if it had its own Divine Wisdom, staying still in front of his bleeding face without moving.
Ye Tian, enduring the intense heat of the flames, was thankful for his cultivation that saved him from being roasted alive. While he was puzzling over it, his pocket suddenly turned cold as ice, making him shiver amidst the heat, reminding him of the green pearl the green bird had given him.
Before Ye Tian could reach into his pocket to check the pearl, it floated out on its own, radiating a cold green light that contrasted sharply with the Red Flame Fire Pearl made from essence blood opposite it—they were like natural enemies.
