C851 He Hit a Rat

Under the Purple Mystic Fire, all flames seemed to be nothing.

The fire that Miao Cai had used just now was merely a flame that was produced by an ordinary cultivation technique. Even Tu Jin's demonic flame was less than a ten-thousandth of what it was. In front of the Purple Profound Fire, Zifeng could do whatever he wanted.

With a thought, he allowed the Purple Profound to devour the flame