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269 Nether Flame of the Underworld

He had short red hair that reached his shoulders and demonic red pupils. A man in a short martial arts suit held a strange fiery red scimitar in his hand. Red mist rose from the scimitar, looking extremely terrifying.

As for the other man, his long silver hair fluttered in the night wind in the mountains. His purple robe was layered on his body, and the wind did not move. His hands were hanging by his sides, barely revealing his fair hands. He was as beautiful as a white jade sculpture, but it made people feel that his hands were even more terrifying than the red scimitar.

It was difficult to tell if he was male or female with his extremely beautiful face. Two cold eyebrows that were like mountains flew diagonally to her sideburns. Her long and narrow red phoenix eyes were purple and their light was oppressive. The corners of her eyes were upturned, adding a hint of evil to her already extremely flirtatious face.

It was him, Yan Ye!

Looking up at the sky, there was no moonlight or starlight. Beiting Huang heaved a sigh of relief. It was not a full moon night.

What was he doing here? They seemed to be settling old scores. What was going on? Beiting Huang was confused.

“Devil Emperor, you are indeed much stronger than me, but in this plane, your power is suppressed by the plane. You’re not much stronger than me. Don’t go too far. If it weren’t for the fact that you’ve been infatuated with Master for so many years and have tried to take my life several times, I would have killed you on the night of the full moon.” Agul narrowed his eyes. A red light flashed in his eyes, as sharp as a blade.

“Agul, the realm does suppress me, but you have to know that strength is not only reflected in one’s level. If I wanted you dead, it would be a matter of a wave of my hand. If it weren’t for the fact that I wasn’t clear about what happened back then, I would have been busy gathering her soul for so many years. Do you think you can survive until today?” With a figure that was as tall as a cliff and the aura of a king descending to the world, a trace of impatience flashed across Yan Ye’s cold face. He raised his hand and gently twisted his thumb and index finger. A ball of black flame jumped on his fingertip. A world-destroying energy pressed down from the small flame.

“Pfft!”

Unable to take it anymore, Beiting Huang suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and fell straight onto the huge rock. In the last moment before she fainted, Beiting Huang was filled with regret. Why did she come here to watch the commotion? It was embarrassing to die like this.

Flames so black that they could devour everything danced between his white fingers. The two flames overlapped, and an even more powerful pressure pressed down on the world. Agul, who was standing opposite him, turned pale, and a fear that came from his blood uncontrollably spread to the depths of his soul.

“Underworld Netherflame, your flames can actually evolve in this world!” Agul had the urge to escape.

Just as he thought that Yan Ye would use these two flames to burn him until not even his soul was left, Yan Ye’s five fingers grabbed at the air, and the flames were obliterated in his palm. With a wave of his sleeve, he suddenly threw it at Agul. A pale golden divine power suddenly struck Agul’s body, and the latter’s body fell into the deepest part of the Severing Soul Mountain Range like a kite with a broken string.

“Huang’er?”

Yan Ye took a step towards Beiting Huang. Fear corroded his heart like venom. As powerful as he was, he almost fell from the sky. A gentle force wrapped around Beiting Huang. It was not until her soft body fell into his arms and he felt the warmth of her body that his heart finally fell back to his chest.

Whether it was 10,000 years ago or 10,000 years later, he could not bear the pain of losing her.
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