The flames of Mount Flames were the Flames of Samadhi. Though countless years had passed and the flames' power was no longer even a fraction of its former self, it was nonetheless terrifying.

The moment James entered the flames, he was immediately enveloped by the flames. As the scathing heat burned his body, he felt a sense of discomfort.

However, the discomfort was merely a mild inconvenience. With his current physical strength, he could resist the high temperature of this place.

He lifted his head. Milo was already halfway up the mountain. His physical strength was equally terrifying and he was able to resist the flames.

"I can't let him get the War Order no matter the cost!"

James knew that the number of War Orders in the ruins of the Ancient Heavenly Court was limited. In total, there were only thirty-three of them. This time, there were too many living beings competing for a mere thirty-three War Orders in the ruins of the Ancient Heavenly Court. As such, only a truly powerf