"Let me lend you the Vanishing Truth Flame for a moment to wipe out all these ghost clans," Lu Xiaotian originally planned to give all the Vanishing Truth Flame inside his body to Little Fire Crow, but on second thought, with Little Fire Crow's fire-control divine ability, having a little less seemed to matter little, so he kept a portion for himself. Yet even with just a portion retained, it was still several times more than before. A massive expanse of cyan-white Vanishing Truth Flame surged out, making the nearby ghost clans' hearts leap with shock.
Seeing such a vast amount of Vanishing Truth Flame, Little Fire Crow's eyes first flashed with joy, immediately followed by a solemn and dignified expression. Yet in Lu Xiaotian's eyes, no matter how serious Little Fire Crow tried to look, it still resembled nothing more than a charlatan.
Lu Xiaotian was just about to remove the illusion before Little Fire Crow's eyes, but before he had time to act, Little Fire Crow flapped its wings. The Vanishing Truth Flame in front of it split into three, transforming into three bird shapes that darted lightly and nimbly through the air, heading straight to attack three intent-tier ghost attendants. The three closer ghost attendants flashed fierce glares in their eyes, each conjuring a bone sword and stabbing fiercely toward the birds formed by the Vanishing Truth Flame.
The bone swords pierced straight into the Vanishing Truth Flame birds without the slightest hindrance. It was a heart-piercing strike, yet the Vanishing Truth Flame was inherently formless and devoid of life; the startling ghost power transmitted from the bone swords could do nothing whatsoever to the Vanishing Truth Flame. Instead of being run through, the birds transformed into cyan-white spirit serpents, slithering swiftly along the bone swords to