At this moment, Wang Wu was enveloped in the pale fire, burning, yet he saw three golden lights flying out, not the Four Clowns, but the Three Clowns: one being the Grandpa Tree database, one the Xiongpi Clan database, and the other the Peacock Clan database.
They were like three hunting dogs, whooshing out of the Profound Iron House, their whereabouts unknown.
It was unclear whether they were going to hunt the fleeing Turtle Divine Soul or were in flight themselves.
But this was beyond Wang Wu's control.
He had to thank the attribute bar for its unwavering loyalty to him, though perhaps the attribute bar couldn't do so much as this.
Moreover, this was no time to worry about it.
Because in this short time, the large mass of pale fire had burned through Wang Wu's 4000 points of Yin Fire Resistance.
Well, to be precise, in just three seconds.
Enough to allow him to stay unharmed in any, note any, amount of pale fire for three seconds, and then it would reach its limit.
