Orange-red flames blasted the black daggers. In moments, they let out a mournful wail—the sound of the Demonic Dao methods within them being purged. Fang Qingyuan was unconcerned.
A moment later, the flames turned golden-yellow. The black daggers finally melted down, coalescing into a fist-sized liquid mass that landed on a recessed platform.
Seeing this, Fang Qingyuan didn't have the Three-legged Golden Crow Illusion Beast stop. Instead, he had it intensify the flames. But no matter how hard the beast worked, the liquid mass showed no further changes.
Looking at the golden-yellow flames, Fang Qingyuan understood. 'The flame's temperature isn't high enough.' He summoned the playful Fish Dragon and motioned for the little guy to go help.
The Fish Dragon instantly understood. It spat a mouthful of pure Wood Spiritual Power in front of the Three-legged Golden Crow's flames, and the pillar of fire immediately turned pure white.
