Watching the Ice Long Spear shoot toward him once more, Xiao Yan's expression remained unchanged. With another flick of his palm, he condensed another palm-sized Senbai Flame spear.
However, after condensing this Flame God's Spear, his face finally turned somewhat pale.
Although his control over flames had reached the pinnacle, and even with the strength of a mere Dou Zhe, his skill in manipulating flames did not pale in comparison to Yao Lao's current abilities, the consumption of Dou Qi and Soul Power was still very real.
If not for the support of his immense Soul Power, the small amount of Dou Qi within Xiao Yan's body would have been quite impressive if it could support even a single activation of the Flame God's Spear.
Even with Soul Power comparable to that of a Fourth Grade Alchemist supporting him, after using the Flame God's Spear three times, the Dou Qi in Xiao Yan's body was still nearly exhausted. This was despite the fact that his Dou Qi was far denser and purer than that of Dou Zhes at the same level.
High-level Dou Skills and divine abilities were certainly powerful, but their consumption was equally terrifying.
As the final Flame God's Spear shot forth, bone-piercing coldness had already rushed toward him, making Xiao Yan's limbs feel slightly stiff.
The temperature here was simply too low. If his Dou Qi had not been far purer than that of ordinary people, and if he had not had a wisp of Bone Chilling Flame protecting his body, he would likely have been frozen into an ice sculpture by the frigid air within this Ancient Tomb before long.
After all, when the White Tiger Venerable had constructed this Ancient Tomb, he probably had never imagined that someone as weak as a Dou Zhe would