The Fall of Tyrant Patriarch

A gentle and charismatic voice rang through heaven and earth. That took all the people by surprise, and they turned abruptly to the rift that was torn open in the void. 

There were actually two rifts—one on either side of the battlefield—and terrible existences were stretching their hands out of the openings.

Tyrant Patriarch was howling miserably in the White Tiger Heaven Stove. Scorching flames completely enveloped him and kept burning. His flesh was invincible, but he was suffering tremendous pain as the flames burned his body. His miserable voice rang beside all ears, making the hair of those who heard it stand on end.

White-haired Bu Fang raised his chin proudly. His eyes were cold, and he was emotionless as he looked at Tyrant Patriarch, who was being burned alive by the white flames in the stove.