"Not good." Xiao Yi's pupils shrank.
This time, he felt it more vividly.
The overwhelming flames, just the aura coming at him, was enough to crush any thought of resistance.
These flames were just ordinary flames.
Yet they forcibly suppressed his six kinds of powerful worldly flames, preventing them from even forming.
"Pfft." Xiao Yi spat out another mouthful of bloody spittle.
Simply the oppressive aura of the flames was already more than he could bear.
"Hmm?" The elder was shocked.
The overwhelming flames suddenly dissipated in an instant.
"Are you alright?" The elder looked at Xiao Yi, his face showing a mix of fear and genuine concern.
"Pfft." The elder suddenly withdrew the flames, and the pressure vanished, causing Xiao Yi to spit out another mouthful of bloody spittle.
"I'm fine." Xiao Yi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "Senior, next time you flare up, give me a heads-up, and when you retract the flames, tell me first too."
