Thump, thump, thump! Claw shadows struck the azure cauldron one after another, making Xiang Kuang's body inside stagger wildly. His chest felt as though a boulder had slammed into it. Just then, an azure cord curled up from beneath him. Taking advantage of the Ice Soul Ghost Corpse's attack on Xiang Kuang, it whipped toward the corpse's feet like lightning.
The Ice Soul Ghost Corpse was no slowpoke. Its body swayed through the air like a phantom. The azure cord was fast, but it still couldn't catch the corpse. Xiang Huaxin frowned. He hadn't expected this ghost corpse to be so difficult to deal with. It seemed they would have to keep up the struggle. Xiang Kuang's cultivation was a little lower, but his formidable defenses could at least give Xiang Huaxin a moment to catch his breath.
But Xiang Huaxin had barely formed the thought when Little Fire Crow transformed into a dazzling streak of flame and vanished from above Xiang Kuang's right shoulder. When it reappeared, it beat its wings, sending more than a dozen fire serpents formed from Brahmafire soaring through the air. The serpents sealed off the Ice Soul Ghost Corpse's range of movement, confining it to a relatively small area.
The Ice Soul Ghost Corpse shrieked again. Naturally, it wasn't willing to be trapped. It spat out its tongue, which shot toward Little Fire Crow like an arrow, while its hands repeatedly clawed through the air, snapping the serpents formed from Brahmafire. Yet the fire serpents didn't simply die like ordinary creatures. Under Little Fire Crow's control, they twisted strangely and coiled around the Ice Soul Ghost Corpse. Brahmafire was a sacred Buddhist flame, and the Buddhist aura it contained naturally countered the corpse-ghost clan. Even a Spirit Transformation–level ghost corpse loathed Brahmafire to the