Time passed quietly. The atmosphere was so oppressive that it was difficult to breathe.
Up in the sky, the venerables from the royal family of Silver Moon Librea and the alchemist sages were also looking down at the imperial city with anticipation in their eyes. The death of the Great General, Yun Hai, had already made them lose the courage to fight. A peak-level Spiritual Grandmaster with a sacred beast didn't last more than half an hour against a young person like Beiting Huang.
At this moment, in the nine-colored domain, all the negative effects were infinitely magnified. The inside and outside of the body, including the soul, were roasted by the flames to the point of wanting to die immediately. A nine-colored Fire Flower had already floated into the consciousness of some weak people and was slowly burning in their consciousness. No one knew what would happen once the consciousness sea was roasted dry.