The Five-Colored Flames slowly drew in across the sky. After completing its mission, the sky-shrouding Five Rounds Leaving Fire Great Array turned into countless dazzling motes of light and gradually dispersed.
The five Flame Giant Spirits transformed back into five flames of different colors and flew back to Lin Ming like weary birds returning to the forest, circling him before sinking into his body.
Lin Ming stood in the air with his hands behind his back, his dark-green robes snapping in the gust of wind that had yet to die down.
However, after this battle, his aura was no longer steady. The Qi and Blood inside his body was churning, and his meridians ached faintly. In the depths of those dazzling eyes, an almost imperceptible trace of exhaustion was slowly surging.
But that was all.
Lin Ming slowly suppressed the churning Qi and Blood inside his body, the corners of his lips lifting slightly as his gaze calmly fell upon the ravaged earth below.
There, a charred black and wretched figure was staggering up from a stretch of Ruins. Lingering embers of Five-Colored Flames still coiled around him, making him look like a charred corpse that had crawled out of a crematorium.
Then Lin Ming's voice, carrying an undisguised note of mockery and pity, echoed through this shattered world.
"Hun Tiandi, it seems your Pseudo-Blood Emperor Body isn't as strong as you imagined."
Hun Tiandi lifted his head with difficulty. That once handsome and sinister face had now been burned charred black and cracked; half his face had nearly been burned through by the flames, revealing the dark red flesh and blood and bone beneath.
The light in his pair of blood-red eyes had already dimmed by more than half, yet he still stared fixedly at that unhurried figure in