Shang Lin paused slightly, but still asked calmly, "Have you tamed this strange fire?"

Ah Chou, who had rushed over from the second floor of the Dragon Spirit Tower, stopped instinctively three meters away from Shang Lin, unwilling to get any closer.

But the strange fire didn't feel that way and happily continued to rush forward, only to be caught back by Ah Chou with quick eyes and hands. At the same time, it moved closer to Shang Lin under great pressure before answering, "I guess so!"

Shang Lin's entire focus was on the strange fire, so he didn't notice A Chou's performance. After all, obtaining this strange fire required a lot of effort, and even A Chou's novels probably wouldn't dare to describe it like that!

This strange fire looked like a garlic bulb that had just sprouted a stalk. Apart from the different color, it was about the same size. It was completely different from its fierce appearance when we first met.

Shang Lin couldn't help but sigh silently, "It seems that none of the disciples of the Yuntai Sect are gentle! Perhaps only the youngest, Huang Li, is somewhat better!"

The next second, Shang Lin suddenly felt an indescribable burning pain erupt from the depths of his body, and the source of that pain was his left hand!

It felt as if a red-hot iron was being fiercely burned along the bones and veins of his left arm; beneath the skin, in an unseen place, something was twisting and expanding wildly.

A cold, violent torrent, seemingly carrying the scent of blood, unexpectedly breached the spiritual dam he had been trying so hard to maintain, and forcefully poured into his limbs and bones.

His shirt was torn to shreds, and at a visible speed, crimson-gold scales appeared on his left arm, causing Shang Lin to groan in pain.

Chaos erupted immediately inside the Dragon Spirit Tower. Everyone inside rushed towards Shang Lin, even though they were filled with fear, they still wanted to know what had suddenly happened.

Shang Lin clenched his throbbing left hand tightly, his knuckles turning bluish-white from the force, and his body swayed uncontrollably. Fine beads of cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead, sliding down his pale, almost translucent cheeks.

The spiritual power within him, the majestic and righteous foundation belonging to the sect leader of the Yuntai Sect, was now violently shaken by this sudden and evil force, like a candle flame in a hurricane.

"metropolitan!"

"Sect Master Shang."

"Shang Lin..."

Hearing the surprised and worried voices around him, Shang Lin suddenly looked up, his pair of crimson-gold eyes staring at him, which scared Bai Junyan and Lü Yao away. One flew directly into the water, and the other darted into the deepest part of the herb garden.

Huang Li turned back into his original form, lying on the ground trembling, unable to move at all. Ah Chou shuddered and retreated three meters and three meters. Only Shen Jun, Bai Chengyun and She Jinxing who had just entered were still standing in place.

However, the situation on this spot was also not good. She Jinxing had been forced to reveal his half-human, half-demon state, and the God Lord had also changed from an adult form into the true form of a tower spirit with white hair and white eyes, who was a little over a meter tall.

The newly crowned Dragon Lord Bai Chengyun fared somewhat better, still maintaining his human form, but he was also somewhat suffocated by Shang Lin's terrifying and chilling demeanor, which made him seem to regard everything as nothing.

However, Shang Lin didn't notice any of this. He was only staring intently at his tightly clenched left hand. The crimson-gold scales on his arm had already connected with the scales on his chest, but showed no sign of expanding further. But...