When the Elixir of Fire Spirit entered his eyes, that feeling could only be described as miserable.

It felt like his eyes were burning to ashes.

Wu Yu almost wanted to dig out everything in his eye sockets.

The Elixir of Fire Spirit was really grumpy, as if it was taking revenge on Wu Yu.

Martial cultivation was not easy, especially this kind of dao.

"You can't do it? Giving up? How about becoming an immortal? I think you can only become a hair."

At this critical moment, Ming Long still said such words to agitate him.

Wu Yu was angry. How could he allow this little girl to look down on him?

He clenched his teeth and persevered. His whole body was burning red at this moment. His eyes were burning like two suns. There were no eyeballs at all.

Hu, hu!

And the flames were raging.

"It will be alright as long as I persevere." Wu Yu hypnotized himself while trying to build the Paradise's Fiery Demise.

"Eyes of Fire and Gold, Paradise's Fiery Demise. It is the realm of immortals."

Of course, the indescribable pain in both eyes still existed. The pain was burning. This was the way of dao that Wu Yu...