Although the demonic art he cultivated was bizarre beyond compare, capable of turning his body into a tangible yet insubstantial demonic mist that water and fire could not invade and blades and swords could scarcely enter, that did not mean he truly could not be harmed.
Nothing was absolute. Ordinary attacks indeed had no effect on the demonic mist his fleshly body transformed into, but the Fire of the True Spirit containing Phoenix power was another matter entirely.
The Phoenix was the King of Hundred Birds. Even among True Spirits, it was a terrifying species capable of ranking in the top three. A divine bird of fire—its tremendous fame was absolutely not empty boasting. Phoenix fire, according to legend, could burn all things in the world to ash.
Although at this moment, what the Phoenix pattern engraved on the right arm of that armor had transformed into was not true Phoenix fire, it did indeed contain a thread of Phoenix true essence. Moreover, by the same reasoning, he himself was not the true Three-Eyed Saint Ancestor either, so this fire still posed a very real threat to him.
All sorts of thoughts flashed through the blue-robed youth's mind. His figure blurred; the devil mouth on his chest had already vanished. At the same time, his shoulders trembled slightly, and he shot obliquely to the side, dodging the Phoenix fire.
The blue-robed youth let out a breath of relief. Just now had truly been dangerous to the extreme. A hair's breadth of difference could lead to a thousand li of error—he had nearly been swept into that terrifying attack.
Damn it. He had truly underestimated this boy Lin. He had never imagined the other party could actually manipulate the Fire of the True Spirit.
Before this thought had even finished