In Ji Lan's eyes, this woman in her twenties, dressed fashionably and wearing only light makeup, had a blank expression. She showed no reaction at all to his movements.
This was perfectly normal. Ordinary people's reactions could not keep up with Ji Lan's movements. To them, even if Ji Lan killed them and their consciousness vanished, they would never know how they had died.
However, this woman's life was not meant to end today. Just as the Black Light Rays were about to touch her fair neck, a streak of dazzling Vermilion Heavenly Fire thrust itself between them.
This time,
Ji Lan did not retreat. His curved sickle continued its slash,
colliding with the flaming longsword.
But no metallic clang rang out. After all, neither of these two weapons was tangible.
They were weapons condensed from the power of Ji Lan and Luo Yan respectively.
Thus, the collision between the curved sickle and the sword was, in truth, a clash between the powers of Ji Lan and Luo Yan!
In an instant, Luo Yan seemed to be engulfed by a pitch-black sea. Wherever he looked, there was nothing but darkness.
He felt icy cold all over, as though Cold Qi had seeped into his bones.
Ji Lan's power was dark, cold, and profound. It was the amalgamation of countless desires. With only that brief contact, Luo Yan already felt as if he had fallen into an abyss.
He knew that once he succumbed, he would be unable to pull himself out of the abyss of desire.
Then, deep within his soul, amid the vast ocean of divinity, a strand of pure, flawless flame suddenly rose.
This was the Pure Yang True Fire!
This was the Flame Without Leaks!
At once, Ji Lan sensed it. He felt as if he had