"You want it too? Then I'll give it to you!"
Chen Sansi said, pulling out a porcelain bottle from his jacket and tossing it over.
"Hmm?"
Nitan and Wen Le exchanged a glance.
They hesitated about whether to catch the object, but then sensed a terrifying force erupting from it.
"Quick, dodge!"
"Boom—"
Before the words were uttered, a scarlet flame burst out, its dreadful temperature causing visible distortions in the air.
Even separated by a thousand feet, the two Demon Cultivators still felt immense threat from it.
"Immortal Fire?"
Nitan Mage was surprised.
"Do you two still want it?"
Chen Sansi hovered in mid-air: "I have plenty of this fire!"
Nitan retreated immediately.
But they quickly realized that the opponent couldn't control the Immortal Fire; otherwise, they would have been incinerated into ashes.
"You're mocking me!?"
Wen Le, enraged, transformed into a black mist and vanished, reappearing two feet from the White Robe.
