Flames Roaring

"You're saying that he's still trying to absorb apocalyptic flames?"

Myria narrowed her brows at a crimson-purple-robed woman.

It was none other than Fairy Thunderblaze.

"That's right."

She shrugged, "As a flame cultivator, I can intrinsically understand its dangers, so I wouldn't even get close to it as these are flames that are capable of incinerating realms, but he's adamant about absorbing them into his heavenly physique."

"And why are you saying this to me?"

"Are you sure you want to let him die?"

Fairy Thunderblaze smirked at Myria. However, Myria remained indifferent.

"I can ask the same thing to you."

"…"

Myria turned around, heading deeper inside the palace while Fairy Thunderblaze narrowed her eyes.

"He might really die this time, as I saw what happened when he combined annihilative heavenly flames and apocalyptic flames. Are you sure you want to-"

"I believe he knows what he's doing."