Moreover, he completely integrated the three flames, refining them into a brand-new source of spiritual fire that carried the characteristics of all three.
He named it Pure Azure Flame.
The azure fire condensed rapidly, forming a shield of flames that wrapped tightly around Ethan's body. In an instant, the surrounding temperature skyrocketed. The damp air within the ruins hissed and evaporated, and the previously humid space became dry and scorching.
Wow—!
Above the ruins, the White Thunder Dragon surged forward, forcing its way through the vast black chain network suspended across the heavens.
The chains trembled violently, producing crisp metallic sounds that echoed through the starry sky. Their suppressive power weakened visibly—layer by layer.
But when that weakening reached a certain threshold, it stopped.
At the same time, the power of the White Thunder Dragon was also diminished.
Ethan looked up, his brows knitting together.
