The Position of the Prefect of Mount Tai

"No!"

Seeing the golden flames roaring toward him, Li Yan's expression changed drastically.

This was no ordinary fire. It was formed from thousands of years of mortal incense and faith gathered at Mount Tai, and was especially adept at burning divine souls. Even an Earth Immortal could not withstand it, let alone him.

He would probably perish and have his cultivation destroyed from merely touching a trace of it.

Without the slightest hesitation, Li Yan immediately leaped backward.

At the same time, the Yin Bureau soldiers who had captured the two Earth Immortal Yin criminals also began to dissipate.

They likewise could not withstand these divine flames. Besides, their mission was complete, so naturally they had no reason to remain.

But this left Li Yan in a terrible predicament.

The dense Yin-fiend aura around him dispersed, exposing him completely. The incense-gold divine flames poured down like a heavenly river, transforming in an instant into a sea of fire stretching ten thousand zhang.

Even though Li Yan had dodged quickly, he was instantly engulfed.

He felt as if his divine soul had fallen into a furnace. His Yin soul body began to crack apart inch by inch, while black smoke gushed from his seven orifices.

"It's over!"

Li Yan had not expected the divine flames to be so fast.

He retreated frantically, but the divine flames were faster still.

Just as he was about to be swallowed, the scene around him suddenly spun wildly.

It was as if an invisible giant hand had lifted him up. When he opened his eyes again, he had already appeared on the other side of the Divine Palace plaza.

The spot where he had originally stood had already been devoured by the golden incense flames.

This technique...

Li Yan felt a surge of joy. He