Ye Wuming had just been about to flee when the hairs on his body stood on end!
The sky shuddered, and the wind and snow reversed course.
A figure blazing like fire had already appeared in front of him.
True Lord Chiri's beard and hair flared wildly as flames surged around him, vaporizing the flying snow and creating a vast, white vacuum.
"This way is blocked!"
True Lord Chiri's thunderous shout rang out as he abruptly pressed his right palm down.
In an instant, the fire-element spiritual energy between heaven and earth gathered frantically. A gigantic palm, spanning several miles and burning with dazzling golden flames, appeared out of thin air. With the might to scorch the heavens and boil the seas, it came crashing down on Ye Wuming!
Before the giant palm even arrived, its terrifying pressure had already descended. The icy ground below melted and vaporized in an instant, exposing the charred frozen earth. Even space seemed to twist and groan under the extreme heat.
"Damn it! You're forcing my hand!"
Ye Wuming roared. The last trace of hope in his eyes faded, replaced by boundless fury and an icy killing intent.
His black robes snapped in the wind, and his long black hair whipped about wildly despite the still air. His once aloof eyes had become utterly lifeless, a pure, dead black devoid of all vitality, like an abyss that swallowed every ray of light.
Fine wrinkles instantly spread across his handsome, aloof face, as if his life force were being rapidly drained away.
Most horrifying of all was the arm gripping his sword. Beneath his skin, black flames seemed to be scorching his meridians, crackling faintly.
He had directly burned part of his life-bound Sword Soul!
Sword Soul Burning Soul · Annihilation!
Ye Wuming let out