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A purple flame appeared in his hand, and Guan Bo threw it directly at Mamed's head. He didn't know what supernatural power the Douluo Fire possessed; he just wanted to distract Mamed and slow down the fire dragon, reducing its power.

But to everyone's surprise, this purple flame was thrown lightly and effortlessly. It was like throwing a feather; even with Guan Bo's immense strength, he couldn't throw it very far.

Mamed scoffed after watching for a while, "Is this all the Demon Extermination Alliance's so-called divine skill is? You piece of trash, you should go back and learn from your master for a few more years. No, I think your master is just an even bigger piece of trash."

As he spoke, the fire dragon sped up even more and charged toward Guan Bo.

Seeing that he couldn't dodge it, Guan Bo could only put his hands in front of him, intending to take the hit of the fire dragon head-on.

Just as everyone's attention was drawn to that, a cold glint appeared on a large tree next to Mamoud.

A sharp longsword was thrown at Mamoud's back.

The one who threw the sword was Zuo Zhongtang. He and Zhang Yuanshan were not yet fully recovered from their injuries, so it was impossible for them to fight their way through these Zoroastrians to rescue Guan Bo.

But these two naturally wouldn't just stand by and watch Guan Bo sacrifice himself, so they took this opportunity to make their move.

Zuo Zhongtang and Zhang Yuanshan were both seasoned veterans, and they could tell at a glance that Mamed was the core of these people. As long as they killed him, Guan Bo's strength was not afraid of these Zoroastrians attacking them.

However, Zuo Zhongtang had suffered half a move of Yi Deng's One-Finger Divine Skill. Although he had gained enlightenment and understood the secret of the divine skill, and his injuries had mostly healed, this hasty attack aggravated his injuries, causing his sword to miss by a few inches.

Based on Zuo Zhongtang's many years of experience with swords, he knew as soon as the sword was thrown that it had gone astray and would probably not hit Mamed at all.

This will not only fail to help Guan Bo out of his predicament, but will also alert the enemy, and they may also suffer as a result.

But at that very moment, an unknown insect flew by, seemingly unfazed by the large group of people gathered together, and pounced straight at Mamed's face.

Small insects that suddenly appear in the deep mountains and forests are mostly not good things, and may even be poisonous.

Therefore, Mamed couldn't help but take a step back, maintaining the fire dragon spell with one hand and waving the other to drive away the little insect.

But the next moment, he felt a sharp pain in his back as a sharp sword pierced his heart diagonally. The tip of the sword, dripping with hot blood, emerged from the black robe on his chest, slicing the unique flame emblem in two.

At the same time, the little insect disappeared in a puff of smoke, without attracting anyone's attention.

Mamoud stared in disbelief at the tip of the sword in front of his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.

But Mahmoud was protected by the evil god's power, and although he was severely injured, he did not die immediately. In his final moments, he loudly chanted, "I offer my flesh and blood, beseeching the true god to descend and kill...slay all these heretics!"

With that, Mamed's body transformed into a dense flame, instantly reducing him to ashes. With a clang, Zuo Zhongtang's Zhan Hong sword fell into the ashes, even the bloodstains on the sword vanishing completely, as if Mamed had never existed in the world.

Guan Bo saw the Douluo Fire drift down to the ground and originally intended to withstand the fire dragon head-on. However, the fire dragon dissipated as soon as it reached him.

The flames continued to surge towards Guan Bo, but without the support of magic, the flames only scorched his clothes and some hair before quickly dissipating.

"Is this guy just a showpiece?" Guan Bo looked at Mamed with some doubt, just in time to see him turn to ashes.

However, the flames that engulfed Mamoud did not dissipate like a fire dragon, but instead coalesced into a humanoid fire shape.

Upon seeing this, Guan Bo chuckled and said, "It's you again, you rascal! What happened? You're cured of your mental illness and aren't running around today?"

As soon as this fire god appeared, the surrounding Zoroastrians knelt on the ground, chanting words that Guan Bo couldn't understand, such as "great" and "burn to death."

When the fire god's empty eyes saw Guan Bo, its entire fiery body trembled.

"Why is it you again, you damn panda!" the Flame God roared.

Last time, he was beaten badly, and even after Zoroastrians sacrificed countless lives, he still couldn't recover.

"Panda?" Guan Bo scratched his head, completely baffled by the meaning of this evil god.

Seeing Guan Bo's appearance, the Flame Evil God was also stunned for a moment. Something seemed off about this guy.

A pair of fiery spiritual eyes looked at Guan Bo, and after a moment, he laughed loudly, "You've finally met your match! Your cultivation has actually regressed to the Qi Refining stage. Watch me skin you alive and tear you apart to vent my hatred!"

Guan Bo couldn't understand the evil god's words at all, but seeing his attitude change and his menacing attack, Guan Bo quickly ducked into the Zoroastrian cult.

However, this evil god completely disregarded the lives of his followers, and set off a raging fire that burned everything in its path to ashes.

Guan Bo ran desperately to his hammer, grabbed the ugly iron hammer, and charged forward.

The Flame God was even faster than the previous Fire Dragon. Guan Bo knew he couldn't escape, so he decided to fight his way out.

"Foolish, no amount of iron can harm my body," the Flame God mocked.

Facing the iron hammer that Guan Bo hurled at him, he did not dodge at all. He just waited for the iron hammer to pass through his fiery body without any effect, so that he could grab Guan Bo and burn him to ashes.

However, this time the Fire God miscalculated.

The iron hammer in Guan Bo's hand was originally a halberd that had been enshrined in Baolin Temple for a long time, forged entirely from fine iron. It was usually just an ornament because it was too heavy, but it was still worshipped by the monks.

Anyone who gets to use this weapon will naturally receive the blessing of these worshipped beliefs.

This reverence reached its peak when Guan Bo picked up the halberd, repelled the bandits, and saved the entire Baolin Temple.

However, at this moment, the Fangtian Halberd was still just ordinary iron, only now it possessed extraordinary potential.

Then, Guan Bo descended the mountain and used his halberd to cut off a wisp of the Flame God's clone. A wisp of demonic fire coiled around the halberd, melting the blade into a lump that transformed into the shape of a hammer.

If that were all, at most the weapon would just be destroyed.

However, upon seeing Guan Bo, the evil god was reminded of his unpleasant past and immediately fled.

Guan Bo used the hammer to kill dozens of Zoroastrian cultists, their blood and flesh splattering onto the hammer. The blood and flesh of the Zoroastrian cultists were originally a tonic for the demonic fire, and this round of nourishment caused the demonic fire, which was about to be extinguished, to reignite.

Moreover, having received the sacrifice of flesh and blood, it began to forge the spiritual will of the monks entwined on the iron hammer.

These days, the demonic fire has not been extinguished; in fact, it has been forging this iron hammer.

With flesh and blood as a sacrifice and demonic fire forging them, the monks' various distracting thoughts were purified, becoming the finishing touch that transformed ordinary iron into a divine weapon.

At this point, the hammer was actually a half-finished magic weapon.

Moreover, because they were demonic fires born from the same source, when the iron hammer struck the Flame God, it not only failed to penetrate him, but even bent him up like a roasted shrimp.

The Flame God was smashed to the ground by the iron hammer, scattering into a shower of sparks.

This attack shattered his form, and although it quickly reformed, it was already smaller than before.

"What the hell is this hammer?!" the Flame God roared.

Guan Bo wiped the soot off his face, slammed the blazing iron hammer into the ground, and then smiled, revealing his white teeth, saying, "From today onwards, I will call it the Dog-Beating Stick."

Enraged by Guan Bo's words, the Flame God turned green. Its red and yellow flames transformed into a sinister green, and it no longer maintained its human form, instead turning into several lines of fire that coiled around Guan Bo.

This time, Guan Bo had no good solutions. No matter how fast he swung the hammer, he couldn't achieve the legendary water-proof effect.

The eerie green flames quickly coiled around Guan Bo's body. A sharp pain shot through him, but it wasn't burning; instead, it was an indescribable chill.

This is not a raging fire that burns the flesh, but a cold flame that pierces the soul.

Guan Bo observed that the red, green, and blue lines showed no change in the red line representing the physical body, and the line representing spiritual energy remained relatively stable. However, the blue line representing the spirit was rapidly depleting.

Guan Bo also felt a wave of confusion in his head, as if he hadn't slept well for more than ten days and was so tired that he wished he could just lie down and sleep and never get up again.

But he understood that this was the magic of the Fire God, and if he couldn't hold on and actually fell asleep, he might never wake up again.

He bit his tongue hard, and the excruciating pain brought a sliver of clarity to Guan Bo's dizzy mind. Taking advantage of this brief moment of pain, he began to roll on the ground, trying to extinguish the green flames on his body.

Unfortunately, these were no ordinary fires; even if covered in sand, they could not be extinguished.

Meanwhile, the Zoroastrians who had scattered and fled regrouped, picked up their scimitars, and slashed at Guan Bo.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuanshan and Zuo Zhongtang, who had been hiding in the tree, could no longer restrain themselves and jumped down into the Zoroastrian crowd.

Fortunately, the Flame God had recklessly burned a group of cultists to death, otherwise Zuo Zhongtang and Zhang Yuanshan would have been overwhelmed by sheer numbers in a single charge.

However, Zuo Zhongtang was injured, and Zhang Yuanshan had even lost his right hand, which was used for wielding a sword. The two of them were only struggling to move closer to Guan Bo. But it seemed that they were making little progress and were not helping Guan Bo at all.

At this most critical moment, Guan Bo rolled on the ground and finally rolled to a certain spot, which was the place where the purple flame of the Douluo Continent had just fallen.

This purple flame was so small and its light was not dazzling that no one paid any attention to it in the chaos.

When Guan Bo rolled over the small purple flame, it stuck to the green flame like chewing gum.

Like adding fuel to a fire, the Douluo Fire, which was originally no bigger than a fist, immediately grew to a height of ten feet. The green Soul-Releasing Poison Fire conjured by the Flame Evil God was like the best fuel for this purple flame, and it was eroded in large areas in less than two breaths.

The Flame God screamed repeatedly, and a wisp of green poisonous fire on Guan Bo's body quickly separated and transformed back into a red and yellow flame humanoid form.

However, at this moment, the flame-shaped humanoid was only half a person tall, and the flames looked dim, as if they were about to go out at any moment.

"I will definitely come back for revenge!" With these words, the Flame God turned into a streak of sparks and disappeared into the horizon.

Seeing the evil god flee, the Zoroastrians immediately lost their spirit and dared not continue to entangle with Zhang Yuanshan and his group, so they quickly disappeared.

As for Guan Bo, the green flames on his body had completely disappeared, leaving only the blazing purple flames.

The flames only provided a warm sensation and did not harm his body or soul in the slightest.

But perhaps because he had just exerted himself too much, Guan Bo felt a strong sense of hunger. He looked at the purple flame on his body—it looked delicious.