At the sight of the Black Flames, Han Yang's pupils contracted slightly.
He sensed an incomparably evil aura within the Black Flames.
He snorted coldly and, without hesitation, swung the Soul Devouring Sword at them.
Streams of peerlessly sharp sword qi burst from the Soul Devouring Sword and slashed toward the Black Flames.
The two collided with a deafening explosion. The Black Flames burst apart, turning into sparks that drifted down from the sky.
Borrowing the force of the impact, Han Yang retreated repeatedly, widening the distance between them.
Seeing this, Lin Taichu snorted disdainfully. "Han Yang, you think you can kill me? Dream on!"
As he spoke, a bloodthirsty glint suddenly appeared in his eyes.
Black mist began to billow from his body, obscuring the surrounding scenery.
A moment later, the black mist gradually dispersed. He had returned to his original appearance, but now his face was twisted in a vicious grin as he stared at Han Yang. "Han Yang, you've finally come to die!"
Han Yang's expression darkened. He looked at Lin Taichu and asked, "Are you stupid? At a time like this, you still dare stay and fight me?"
Lin Taichu burst out laughing, his smile filled with mockery and contempt. Staring at Han Yang, he said, "Han Yang, do you think I don't dare kill you?"
Han Yang nodded.
Lin Taichu laughed several more times. "What a joke! Han Yang, do you really think a mere Purple Gold Gourd can kill me?"
Han Yang's face sank slightly.
He knew Lin Taichu was right. If the Purple Gold Gourd had been a genuine magical treasure, he might already have been refined into a mindless walking corpse.
But this Purple Gold Gourd had been nurtured anew with his own true essence.
He refused to believe that the Purple