C367 Despair

"You are not worthy!" The purple flame instantly turned into endless sharp blades. Yih Xiaotian's face darkened, and he quickly let go of the flame. He retreated, and slowly raised his right palm. A burnt stench was emitted from the palm of his hand.

"No Artifact Spirit can resist the burning of the flames. If I can't kill you, I'll refine you again!" Yeh Wuxie said in a deep voice, "Cang Ming