How decisive!
Fu Qian was quite pleased with how capable the muscle he'd brought along was.
Fu Qian had experienced the power of this move firsthand.
And according to Xiumeng, finishing moves that required a talisman to ensure they could be unleashed were all of a very high caliber.
So although the "Saint" before him was several ranks higher, Fu Qian wasn't optimistic about its resistance.
As it turned out, even a tongue was afraid of getting burned.
The moment the blazing white point struck its target, it began spreading in all directions.
Countless phantoms vaporized wherever it passed.
Though something still seemed a little different!
Fu Qian frowned slightly.
Beneath the seemingly endless incineration, the giant tongue struggled violently, but the areas burned didn't crumble to ash like they had when he was hit. Instead, they glowed a dazzling yellow, like burning coals.
In the blink of an eye, the entire tongue looked like a burning coal, yet showed no sign of being destroyed. The glow was even visibly spreading to the stone coffin.
Something felt off!
Dodging the last few remaining phantoms with a series of sharp turns, Fu Qian silently made his assessment.
He didn't think it was a matter of Old Man Stos's power type. He remembered that after he'd killed numerous phantoms last time, the "Saint" had undergone a similar change, just not as quickly.
This looked more like the balance of power had been disrupted.
The flames were like a kind of contamination, and any external force would only accelerate the process.
While Fu Qian pondered, the situation before him had Xiumeng positively elated, especially when the ring of fire swept across the area.
He signaled Stos and the other man not to rush to finish it off. Then he extended a hand,