The fleeing Celestial Race cultivators were burned to ash in swathes by that pale-white ring of fire.
Seeing their clansmen turn into human torches before them and be burned to ash in the blink of an eye, the other Celestial Race cultivators' psychological defenses collapsed as well. They all turned and fled in every direction.
Yao Zhuang and the others following behind were instantly stunned.
Yao Zhuang's eyes narrowed. He recognized the origin of that pale-white ring of fire at a glance.
This was the most vicious Netherworld Yin Fire. It was not only the bane of spiritual energy and spiritual objects; it was especially lethal against the Celestial Race's unique metal-element spiritual energy, practically their natural enemy.
When Su Fan flung out that ring of fire, the densely packed Celestial Race cultivators who had gathered around him were instantly erased in a huge swath.
Yao Zhuang and the others had never imagined that this kid could control Netherworld Yin Fire.
That was the most vicious Yin-type strange flame in the Netherworld Realm, a natural enemy to the Celestial Race's unique golden spiritual energy.
"Netherworld Yin Fire... That's Netherworld Yin Fire! Everyone, fall back... Hurry, fall back..."
Yao Zhuang hurriedly shouted at the top of his lungs, but the Celestial Race formation around them had long since fallen into complete chaos. Everyone was scrambling to flee in all directions.
In their haste, many flying shuttles crashed into one another, flinging the Celestial Race cultivators aboard them onto the muddy Netherworld Filth.
Quite a few people had not even managed to board a flying shuttle and could only struggle frantically across the muddy Netherworld Filth.
Yao Zhuang's voice was soon drowned out by the noisy chaos.
"Bang... Bang..."
At that moment, pale-white fireballs came whistling from afar one after another, landing