"This old madman..." Duke sighed as he looked at the figure, charred all over, breathless, yet still clutching the Molten Fire Flower tightly.
The state of the purple-robed elder was even worse than he imagined, his Life Fire flickering like a candle in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.
The once luxurious purple robe had long turned to charred fragments, clinging to his bruised and battered body, each labored breath accompanied by scorching air and blood foam.
One of his arms was unnaturally twisted, clearly broken, sustained only by sheer willpower, while the other hand was like an iron shackle, firmly gripping the Molten Fire Flower that emitted an alluring red glow and terrifying energy.
The flower swayed slightly in his charred palm, pure Fire Attribute Energy escaping, intertwining with the remnants of Emperor Flame Turtle's aura on him, forming a dangerous signal source.
