To be honest, Black Cloud Great Sage had placed great hopes on Hu Tai's third move.
Not only had he placed great hopes on it, he had also firmly believed that Ye Zhen would be reduced to a pulp beneath Hu Tai's attack.
Hu Tai had even gone so far as to spit out his Origin Vital Blood, doubling the power of his innate divine ability, the Spirit Mountain Vajra Palm. It should have been impossible for Ye Zhen not to be smashed into pulp.
To be honest, if Black Cloud Great Sage himself had taken this move head-on without dodging, he would have needed to exercise extreme caution. As for Ye Zhen, a mere Mystic Palace Realm martial artist...
Yet the scene before him utterly overturned Black Cloud Great Sage's understanding.
The flames that erupted around Ye Zhen had directly incinerated Hu Tai's attack, and in an instant, severely wounded Hu Tai.
Even Black Cloud Great Sage, who had weathered countless storms, was left gaping in stunned horror.
By the time he came back to his senses, Hu Tai had already been burned back into his original form by Ye Zhen's Bone-Adhering Poison Flame. Both tiger arms had practically been burned away, while his back and neck had nearly been scorched down to white bone.
It was not as if Hu Tai had not tried to save himself.
But the more spiritual power he poured into it, the fiercer the Bone-Adhering Poison Flame burned.
As for the other demon commanders, having learned from what came before, they only dared to try saving him from afar with their spiritual power.
Yet to the Bone-Adhering Poison Flame, ordinary spiritual power was like adding fuel to the fire. It only made Hu Tai's screams more agonized.
"Great Sage, save me! Save me!"