Chapter 951

"Great Lord of Flame, grant me..."

The Lord of Purple Clouds opened his eyes wide again.

"He must have stayed in the Void Lands too long; his power has leaked away, and his will has been affected."

The Lord of Purple Clouds thought.

The Void Lands were nothingness; if a god stayed there too long, he would indeed suffer many harmful effects.

"Listen again."

The Lord of Purple Clouds thought.

He shifted his gaze continuously among the different archers.

Then, he heard.

"Great Lord of Flame, grant me flame..."

"Great Lord of Flame, grant me..."

"Great Lord of Flame..."

"... Lord of Flame..."

"... Lord of Flame..."

"..."

The other words kept vanishing until only four characters remained: Lord of Flame.

These four characters emerged repeatedly from the mouths of different archers—on this battlefield, at any given moment, at least tens of thousands of archers were chanting the name Lord of Flame.

These voices merged into a terrifying hum that echoed in the Lord of Purple Clouds's ears.

Finally, the Lord of Purple Clouds heard nothing else.

His entire mind was filled with only: Lord of Flame!

"Damn it, why is this happening?!"

The Lord of Purple Clouds let out a desperate cry!