Taking advantage of the opening Fanluo had torn through, Lu Xiaotian charged straight out of the Netherfrost Tides, which had only just closed in around him.
A tiny wisp of Fanluo Truefire drifted lightly toward the Cave Ape Ghost King.
The Cave Ape Ghost King couldn't tell what this small strand of bluish-white flame was. He thrust out a great hand, gathering boundless ghost power around its bony fingers. A huge phantom palm reached forward to seize the flame, intent on crushing it out in one grab.
But the Cave Ape Ghost King's ghost-power hand failed to achieve the desired effect. Instead, he cried out in pain and shock. This tiny, seemingly feeble flame contained an immense force of fire spirit that made his heart tremble.
The phantom ape hand was wrapped in thick, sinister ghostly energy, yet Fanluo Truefire burned right through it with ease. The flame then spread directly onto the Cave Ape Ghost King's arm, climbing upward along it.
How could the Cave Ape Ghost King spare another thought for the Fire Luan phantoms? Agony that pierced his very soul surged from his arm. Wherever Fanluo Truefire passed, the part of his arm touched by the bluish-white flame turned to flying ash.
He gathered the purest, most powerful ghost energy in his body around his arm, hoping to stop the Fanluo Spiritfire from spreading further. It did no good at all. Fanluo Truefire continued to extend toward the Cave Ape Ghost King's body, neither hurrying nor slowing.
The Cave Ape Ghost King was seized by terror. He tried to bring down his free right hand to slap at the flame, but halfway through the motion, he abruptly came to his senses. There was no way to extinguish this strange spiritfire by beating at it.
"How could this