Inkstone retreated another half step, and the short blade landed just a few strands' breadth from his right eye.
The Divine Ability Realm cultivator in the dark crimson Daoist robe tapped off the ground with his toes and thrust forward again.
The instant his opponent moved, Inkstone immediately continued dodging backward.
The dull boom of the iron staff tearing through the air rang out again, explosive as it swept toward Inkstone's left knee.
Sensing danger once more, Inkstone immediately lifted his left leg and evaded the sweeping blow.
Then came the thrust of that dark crimson short blade, close on its heels.
Having already been forced into a desperate situation, this was absolutely not a combined attack he could evade through dodging alone.
But Inkstone understood one truth.
Attack was the best defense.
The Divine Ability Realm cultivator in the dark crimson Daoist robe had a sharp gaze as the short blade in his hand stabbed straight for Inkstone's throat.
Yet it was precisely at that instant—
Scarlet-red flames reflected in his eyes.
Separation Fire!
The temperature within the narrow cave abruptly soared. The moss on the stone walls instantly curled and blackened, a layer of white vapor rose from the pooled water, and the drip-drip of seeping water turned into the hiss of evaporation.
It was as though nearly everything was about to be burned to ashes.
The violent Separation Fire spread out, as if seeking to swallow this cramped cave whole, leaving the two Divine Ability Realm cultivators before Inkstone with no way to dodge.
The cultivator in the dark crimson Daoist robe tried to block it with the short blade in his hand, but before the blade could even touch the Separation Fire spreading through the cave, it had already begun to burn.
And the Separation Fire