In the torture of [Backflow] again and again, the blood fire finally fell into a crazy and out-of-control state. It broke away from "Ye Ningqiu"'s eyebrows and crashed into Baizhu.

The old man stretched out his palm and easily grasped the bloody flame.

He looked down at this wisp of blood and fire, his voice was old but extremely majestic.

Like a lofty emperor looking down at the rebels and traitors.

The wisp of blood and fire struggled crazily, trying desperately to break through the restraints. Faces one after another condensed in the flames, angry, painful, crying, showing all the appearances of living beings. Each face was created by Xiao using his own ability.

The “face” of refining.

Baizhu's face was expressionless as he spoke to the master of blood and fire who was thousands of miles away.

Only two words were said.

"Kneel down."

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