Mo Shu was decisive. Chen Shu's appearance had not distracted him in the slightest. He still pressed forward, relentlessly squeezing Ji Yue's room to survive.
As he extinguished Ji Yue's counterattacks, he looked down at her and sneered:
"You're so sure it won't be you?"
Ji Yue spat blood, yet still threw back her head and laughed:
"Because I'm not the inferior horse!
"Every mouthful of blood shed by a War Follower serves a purpose. Do you think you can kill me just by continuously extinguishing my vitality?
"But you've forgotten...
"How can one seek survival?
"Only through blood! And fire!!"
The moment her voice fell, boundless flames roared to life. They spread along the blood Ji Yue had spilled, and blazing tongues of fire swallowed Mo Shu whole. The towering inferno rose like the sun, dispelling Redicor's night for an instant.
For a moment, night became day!
Under such a powerful explosion of flame, Mo Shu merely had a few strands of hair singed. He pulled away from Ji Yue with a dark expression. He had never imagined that the means he had intended to use against Cheng Shi's thunder would end up being used here.
But he did not care. He could tell that Ji Yue was merely at the end of her strength. The Purgatory Bishop was indeed formidable. If they fought again with both sides fully prepared, Mo Shu might have needed more time and methods to deal with her.
But there would be no second chance. She was already gravely wounded. Once the flames' momentum burned through this place, the Purgatory Bishop would have no ending besides annihilation.
Thus, Mo Shu temporarily avoided the flames and did not rush forward.
But time would not stop for anyone—least of all him. Just as the world-burning flames