The Sunflame Blade fell from the sky, plunging straight into the earth and engulfing the Evil Spirit within it.
Only then did the latter think to flee—it rolled to one side while summoning an invisible barrier to block the attack, trying to evade that blue-white radiance. But it had clearly missed its best chance to escape. The solid entities condensed from Immortal Art shattered one after another under the intense heat, and the broad "blade tip" was not something it could completely dodge with a single flash.
The instant the two came into contact, the Evil Spirit's limbs turned into blue smoke. Even the earth beneath it melted completely! The process lacked the earthshaking spectacle of Zhen Technique Zephyr and lasted only a short time, yet the shock it brought was no less profound—when the light faded, the once-clamorous battlefield fell utterly silent. Amid the drifting embers and ash, a new pit had appeared in the temple grounds. Unlike the huge crater blasted out earlier, this depression was as smooth as if carved by a blade, forming a neat quadrilateral.
Threads of flowing fire still glimmered along the edge of the pit, constantly giving off billowing white smoke—the proof of molten rock cooling rapidly. The walls of the pit reflected a faint, ghostly glow like glass, while the soil within had vanished completely, as though it had never existed in the first place.
Xia Fan slowly descended, exhaustion written all over his face.
In theory, this technique had no upper limit to its power, but all of it had to be paid for with qi. That strike had consumed nearly all the qi in his body. If he had not kept up his Yinqi Ruti practice without slackening, he likely would not even have been able to unleash this trump