Solar Gang Fire!
Primordial Tent!
These two crucial pieces of information lifted Luo Yan's spirits. When he looked at Shatuo again, he saw that the mountain of flesh had fallen onto the scorched earth and was rolling around, howling miserably.
The golden flames spewing from its left eye began to spread. Half of its pig-like face had already caught fire.
This left Shatuo in unbearable pain, yet it had no way to extinguish the flames and could only howl in vain.
Luo Yan looked at the top of Shatuo's head again. A black umbrella had originally hovered above the Heavenly Ghost's head, but now the remaining stars on it had gone completely dark.
Even this extremely high-level umbrella was collapsing and breaking apart, scattering into pieces of ash invisible to the naked eye before vanishing into the air.
Seeing this, Luo Yan was certain.
The star-studded black umbrellas above the heads of the two Heavenly Ghosts possessed the ability to conceal the Primordial Tent. He had no idea which existence in Yanfu had created them.
But one thing was certain: they were not methods belonging to Jilan and Shatuo. After all, even the two Heavenly Ghosts themselves seemed not to have noticed the black umbrellas in detail.
Otherwise, Shatuo would not have failed to notice the changes in the stars on the black umbrella, overlooked the Primordial Tent, and ended up being ignited by the Solar Gang Fire.
With Shatuo wounded, Qing Lian, who had been entangled with the Xuannü, suddenly regained consciousness. The Hate Curse Technique acting on her was something the Heavenly Ghost could no longer maintain.
After regaining consciousness, Qing Lian looked confused, unaware of what she had just done.
Then she heard Shatuo's screams and turned around. She saw a mass of golden flames blazing on