Finally, when the flames of death came together, it was like a black sun rising into the void.
It was then that the Three Elders of the Holy Flame slowly opened their eyes.
Like the others, a mass of black flame emerged from within them, burning their entire bloodline to ashes.
Having used this move, even if Xu Zimei did not kill them, they would not live much longer.
Because at this moment, they were nothing but walking corpses, devoid of life.
They relied on their last bit of consciousness to hold themselves up.
"To die by this move, with so many of your compatriots to accompany you in death,
you should be proud," Old Wang said coldly.
"Proud? You think you're worthy?" Xu Zimei laughed.
"Attack," Old Wang roared.
The three exhausted their last strength, the blazing flames transformed into a Death God-like lightning bolt.
It landed on Xu Zimei.
Only the constant sound of explosions rumbled.
