Ye Futian looked at that figure, a bit depressed. He was looked down on by the remnants of an intent.
"If that's the case, I won't bother you," Ye Futian said with a smile and walked away.
"I'll do it," a voice said then. Someone walked forward. It was a strong cultivator from the Yan Clan who specialized in fire. He was currently bathed in flames, and the mark of a flame lit up between his eyes. He grabbed at the flame scepter up ahead. The flame figure was embedded inside the scepter. At that moment, a terrifying gust of fire intent exploded.
The mark between the Yan Clan cultivator's brows seemed to light up and transform into powerful fire intent. It was at the Noble level. The surrounding Spiritual Qi surged into the mark. It glowed brighter and brighter like a fire zone.