In the depths of the Purgatory Sulfur Plane, beneath the giant active volcano, the massive lava body of the Flame Lord once again tangled with Jeming's diminutive figure.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The air was filled with the intense clash and the explosive roars of the Fire Element. Jeming was like a black ghost, weaving in and out around the Flame Lord.
More than a year had passed since Jeming officially began practicing the "Body Refining Technique." During this time, he would periodically seek out this Flame Lord for sparring.
The Flame Lord's attacks were as relentless as ever, with molten giant stones, scorching claws, and even fiery breaths spewed from its mouth, surrounding Jeming with a formidable assault from far to near.
Yet, after such extensive training, Jeming was no longer as "fragile" as before; even such terrifying attacks could not pose a fatal threat to him.
