“You’re… you’re not afraid of hellfire!” Dusk Snake’s voice turned hoarse and dry, like he was a dry corpse walking.

Hellfire, even its tiniest spark, was beyond the control of living beings. Taiyi’s cultivation had been infinitely close to that of a creator’s, and the great connate treasure that was the Bell of Chaos had been in his possession. Even so, he still hadn’t been able to obtain the slightest wisp of those flames.

Dusk Snake had succeeded only due to the black mountain-shaped connate treasure beneath him. For his success, he paid the hefty price of having the fire nibble away at his life force for every second he deployed it. Despite his strength, there was nothing he could do about that. The greatest reason why he wished to...