Walking in the burning flames, Xuan Yi could see the surroundings that were filled with the remains of the spirit boats.
There were also a few unlucky cultivators who didn't even leave behind their bones.
Just then, a light panting sound entered Xuan Yi's ears.
Xuan Yi thus headed in the direction of the sound.
It was only about ten steps away.
The person's skin was scorched black by the flames.
His hair had long been burnt clean, leaving nothing behind.
There was also a hole in his stomach, and fresh blood flowed out from it.
His aura was so weak that his gaze was somewhat unfocused.
It seemed like he wouldn't be able to live for long.
Xuan Yi walked up to the other party and asked.
"Tell me, why did you attack me?"
Hearing Xuan Yi's words, the other party's gaze gradually brightened. He looked at the person in front of him, and his eyes were filled with astonishment.