The scorching sensation tore at my heart and lungs, but the magic power produced by the conversion was ferocious as well. Another burst of flames crackled to life, and I dared not look at my palm, because it might already have turned into a roasted pig's trotter.
The Blood Cloud Coffin was still madly pouring power into "Grandma," making her shattered soul-body condense again—only for the pressure of the Heavenly Dao's divine might to crush her into a shapeless mess once more!
She had no sense of pain to speak of. As long as she had the Blood Cloud Coffin's power, she could cast spells endlessly, and the ultimate techniques of the ghost path came crashing out one after another at this moment!
Seeing this, my teeth nearly shattered from fright. I had never imagined Grandma could be this formidable. No wonder Li Jianchen and a group of old priests with bull noses had been unable to defeat her.
Bang!
The Earth Yin-Yang also slammed upward, trying to merge with the Heaven Yin-Yang. Grandma's phantom had almost been compressed to a height of three or four feet, but at that moment, her overwhelming energy shattered two pieces of the Yin-Yang Connector.
I continued chanting under my breath. The Yin-Yang disk, slightly smaller than this one, came crashing down again. Under the violent collision of energy, "Grandma," whose ferocious features had already been compressed into the shape of a tiny person, exploded with a bang. Even the unfinished spell sprayed everywhere like air escaping from a punctured ball. The gloomy black energy ran wild and unrestrained, and I could imagine how tremendous its power would be once she unleashed it!
I quickly pulled my hand free. Looking at my palm, burned until it blistered, I felt unbearable pain, and cold sweat