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With a casual flick of his hand, he released several clusters of pitch-dark flames that began to fiercely burn the Flesh Mountains, which were still in the state of stone.

Almost every one of these dense Flesh Mountains possessed strength that could rival Great Crossing Realm Cultivators, but due to the suppression of the Formation, they had not yet awakened. Judging by the burning speed of the Hellfire, everything in this area should turn into a black sea before they awoke.

Deep in the borderlands, the Old Beggar had an unusual expression, his eyes fixed on the dark flames behind him. These flames sent shivers down his spine, a kind of instinctual rejection; being amidst them, nothing good could possibly occur.

What kind of flames are these that even he should feel a chill?

"Fellow, what is this fire? It seems quite formidable?"

The Old Beggar asked tentatively.

"Hellfire, and remove the words 'seems quite'; it is indeed formidable,"

Li Xiaobai said lightly.