Wang Wu silently accepted the Third Grade Overlord Demon Core, but the sense of danger still burned fiercely, rising ever higher. Yet he had no choice.
This Yin Fire likely possessed a kind of karmic law: within a certain range, every living thing became fuel for its burning.
Standing still could not solve the problem, but the moment one moved, one would be burned to ashes.
No one could escape.
So he had to give it a try.
Well, hopefully his fifteen hundred years of lifespan would be enough.
Back in Shamen Village, according to Big Black Pig, that old grinder, Old Man Sha, had once ground away Yin Fire, at the cost of a thousand years of lifespan.
Next, he handed his Storage Pouch, the Myriad Transformation Wishful Demon Leaf, and that small cauldron to the Snow Wolf General once more. He even took off his clothes. If he survived, these things would still be useful.
Only then did he slowly but firmly pull his hand free from the Snow Wolf General's. Taking a deep breath, he stepped toward that wisp of Pale Fire. At this moment, there was nothing unusual about him, apart from his Danger Sense surging so violently it practically exploded.
Then came the second step, then the third. Nothing happened.
But the instant he took the fourth step, without the slightest warning, he felt the world ahead suddenly change into an endless Purgatory.
Burning flames filled every corner, as though he had entered an Otherworldly Space. And the flames here came in every color, shifting without end.
Then his entire body began to burn.
It was not simple burning, but burning divided into different layers.
Black Flame burned his soul.
Red Flame burned his bones.
Green Flame burned his internal organs.
Purple Flame burned his