Lu Feng seized the opportunity to break free, watching Yue Long be swallowed beneath the surging sea of flames without the slightest surprise. Having merged himself into the array, Yue Long was bound to become the primary target of such a torrential assault. There was no way he could escape.
Though he knew Yue Long was doomed beyond salvation, his body and soul about to perish, Lu Feng still condensed streak after streak of sharp Sword Light around himself, each one sheathed in a layer of dark golden radiance.
Yue Long's death seemed to create a swirling vortex where he had stood, drawing together the countless Soul Fires that had become a sea of flames and forming them into an enormous fire disc brimming with terrifying energy.
As he watched the flames gathered in the central region gradually dim, revert to their original Soul Fire Source form, and disperse one by one, Lu Feng's expression changed slightly, with a trace of regret and heartache surfacing in his eyes.
These were all rare Heavenly Dao Soul Fires. It could even be said that if Yue Long had not inadvertently thrown a wrench in the works, then even if Lu Feng ran through this entire trial space, he might not find many substantial Soul Fires at all. They could not possibly compare to the sight before him.
Compared with Soul Fires in their normal state, however, these could only be considered fleeting blossoms, gone in the blink of an eye.
But given the peculiar nature of Lu Feng's Fate Soul, that instant of perception was already enough for him to grasp the true meaning within them.
After his successive perceptions earlier, he was, to put it aptly, like a master chef capable of preparing every delicacy under heaven, only to have lost