"What do we do now?" Qingg Ruo'ai asked in a low, nervous voice, staring at the menacing, illusory Qilin.
"Subdue it!"
Wen Qingye took a deep breath and said slowly.
He had come here for this very Qilin Fire. Of course, his goal was to subdue this wisp of the Qilin's Origin Fire.
"ROAR!"
Qingg Ruo'ai was about to speak when the illusory Qilin's massive eyes slowly opened. A moment later, an icy chill surged forth from them. It threw its head back and let out an earth-shattering roar. The purple-gold flames covering its body suddenly erupted, like a fire scorching the heavens, enveloping the entire magma-filled space.
Here, it was as if it were the sovereign, ruling over everything.
Without hesitation, the illusory Qilin charged directly at Wen Qingye, leaving only a roiling, purple-gold afterimage in its wake.
BOOM!
The Qilin, an illusion manifested from the wisp of Origin Fire, plunged directly into Wen Qingye's body and surged into his Sea of Consciousness.
