A Trace of Yang Fire

The Flying Demonic Tiger waited for Ji Tian's reply. Seeing that the other party was indifferent and only focused on refining a piece of bone, it roared again, "You lonely ghost, did you hear me or not? You're pissing me off!" As it spoke, it smashed a stubborn rock in front of it with a slap, sending stone fragments flying.

The Flying Demonic Tiger flapped its wings, creating a gust of wind that blew away the black stone dust.

Ji Tian's heart stirred. It's the power of wind, the laws of wind. Truly a tiger that commands the wind. Is it trying to show off? Is it afraid of something? What could it be afraid of in me? Could it be the purple flames? Is it mistaking me for someone of its own level?

Perhaps there's an opportunity here. If I truly submit to it, my heart might forever bear a shadow, which would surely hinder my future cultivation. I'd rather die in battle than submit to it.

Ji Tian slowly stood up. Although it didn't have a Primordial Spirit yet and was still a mass of black ghost mist, it vaguely possessed a form. It began to approach the Flying Demonic Tiger step by step. It wasn't seeking death, but rather to verify its suspicions.

Seeing Ji Tian walking towards it, not in submission but with a fighting spirit, the Flying Demonic Tiger wondered if it truly had some trump card, if things weren't as they appeared. It instinctively retreated.

Ji Tian saw the Flying Demonic Tiger retreat and knew it was somewhat timid. This was the best time to launch an attack.

"Flying Dagger!" Two white bone knives shot out, one aimed at its blurry head, the other at the tiger's chest bone.

The Flying Demonic Tiger saw the two white bone knives flying towards it and was unconcerned. It waved its bone wings, sending a gust of wind towards the daggers, which were immediately blown into the air.

"Haha, is that all you've got? Fine, I'll play with you. I'll let you know how powerful Tiger Lord is. It's not a disgrace for you to follow Tiger Lord."

Although the two bone knives were blown into the air, Ji Tian controlled them again.

"Flying Dagger!" This time, a unicorn from the bone snake it had just refined flew out.

The Flying Demonic Tiger saw a black bone knife flying towards it and taunted, "So this is all you can do? I overestimated you. Be gone!" Another gust of wind followed.

"Flying Dagger!" Two white bone knives flew in unison, aiming straight for the tiger's eye sockets.

The tiger roared in anger, "Are you done yet?" Just then, an unexpected change occurred.

"Explode!" The black bone knife that had been blown into the air circled around and attacked the Flying Demonic Tiger's right wing from behind, detonating.

It turned out that this black bone knife had not been refined but was filled with spiritual energy, ready to be detonated at the right moment.

The Flying Demonic Tiger let out a miserable cry. It inhaled the poison contained within the black knife, and its spiritual energy immediately became sluggish. A white jade bone knife severed one of its wings. Another bone knife pierced its eye socket, though it failed to reach its soul flame.

"Roar!" It roared in extreme anger. The Flying Demonic Tiger surged with spiritual energy, reattaching its severed wing and storing it with its spiritual power.

Ji Tian was dejected. The opponent could regenerate limbs. Now it could only wait for death.

The Flying Demonic Tiger immediately flapped its bone wings and soared into the sky, looking down and declaring, "Brat, I'm going to devour you alive!"

"Whirlwind!" A spinning gust of wind enveloped Ji Tian, lifting it into the air.

"Savage Tear!" The whirlwind suddenly exerted a tearing force, causing its hard-stabilized Ghost Body to loosen, with black mist appearing piece by piece in the strong wind.

Ji Tian anxiously thought, What should I do? Right, the Skeleton Race can use spiritual energy to protect their bones. Can a Ghost Body use spiritual energy to protect itself? Ji Tian quickly mobilized its Core Elixir, suppressing the tearing force while forming a layer of spiritual energy to envelop itself.

Yes, that's it. As long as the spiritual energy doesn't run out, and the opponent's power can't break through my spiritual energy layer all at once, I can protect myself through it.

The Flying Demonic Tiger watched Ji Tian being tossed about in the whirlwind and laughed heartily. Of course, its bones laughed, and the whole world cried.

It enjoyed tormenting others like this, perhaps related to being tormented in its past life.

Ji Tian used the whirlwind to float to a height similar to the tiger's and shot ten black bone needles at it. These were made from a lizard's sharp claws, emitting a faint black glow. Ji Tian didn't know if these ten bone needles could break through the Flying Demonic Tiger's defenses.

Seeing ten points of light flying out of the whirlwind, the Flying Demonic Tiger was unconcerned. It swatted them away with a palm strike, its palm wind like waves, causing the black dots to flutter erratically.

As the bone needles were still being refined, one of them was mixed with a wisp of purple flame, flickering precariously in the wind.

However, this bone needle, wrapped in purple fire, arduously broke through the fierce wind and flew towards the tiger's wing.

After breaking through the tiger's spiritual energy layer, the purple fire seemed to have completed its mission and extinguished.

This black bone needle actually embedded itself directly into the bone joint of the tiger's wing. The tiger lost the buoyancy from its wing and immediately began to fall.

"Roar!" This was a humiliation. An aerial creature had nearly fallen to its death.

But what was that purple fire? How could it possess such power, giving an ordinary bone needle such extraordinary penetrating ability? The tiger squeezed its bone wing, crushing the more potent bone needle.

"Brat, I didn't expect you to have some skill. I suppose I can acknowledge you."

Ji Tian felt it had overlooked something. The purple flames seemed rather extraordinary; they didn't just represent ability. After all, its cultivation was different from others. Perhaps this was its real trump card.

Besides the one bone needle destroyed and the two lost in the wind, it still had seven bone needles. If it could wrap all the bone needles in flames, wouldn't the tiger be miserable?

"Crack!" Two bone needles exploded directly in the purple flames.

"It's not that simple. The bone needles are just a medium; they can't contain so much flame. The scorching power of the purple fire is too great." Once the purple fire left the Core Elixir, Ji Tian couldn't control its power. Its destructive nature and immense destructive force immediately manifested.

"Brat, don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit."

The tiger was completely ignored again.

"Wind Blade!" The tiger opened its mouth and spat out crescent-shaped winds wrapped in spiritual energy, emitting a bone-chilling cold. The wind blades were like knives, their chill piercing to the bone.

Ji Tian struggled to maintain its spiritual energy shield, feeling itself being slowly eroded. It was an unbearable torment.

Ji Tian felt a strange energy invade its Ghost Body, a feeling of being torn apart. It was the tiger's energy rampaging within its Ghost Body. Its Core Elixir also erupted with energy, confronting it.

This was a war of energies, a battle of consumption and being consumed.

If it were any other Ghost Body, without a Core Elixir continuously providing spiritual energy to resist, it would have been torn apart long ago. However, Ji Tian didn't know how to actively eliminate this foreign spiritual energy.

If it couldn't clear it, could it devour it? But could it refine it after devouring it?

Ji Tian wondered if the purple flames could refine other people's spiritual energy, and how to do it.

"Kid, you can actually withstand my Wind Blade. Not bad, not bad." But how could the Bitter Demon Tiger in Ji Tian's heart know that this power was constantly eroding him, leaving him without any ability to act, without any power to resist, fearing that he would fall apart at any moment.

"Wind Movement!" Suddenly, a mass of wind and clouds appeared, the clouds shifting to form a tiger shape, pouncing towards Ji Tian.

Ji Tian panicked. If he were hit by this tiger-shaped wind, it would surely be like a fierce tiger's strike, and he didn't know if he could survive. He decided to go all out.

Ji Tian circulated the power of his Core Elixir, drawing the spiritual energy that was eroding him into his Core Elixir. His body immediately regained its mobility, and he narrowly dodged the tiger shadow. However, the spiritual energy thrashed about within his Core Elixir, restless.

He felt the will of the demonic tiger and the will of the wind, which were the source of the spiritual energy's violent destructive power.

A battle of wills. If he had a Primordial Spirit, it would be simple – just erase them.

But now, he could only use his own formidable will to make the other party submit, or he could destroy them, but then this spiritual energy would dissipate.

Inside the Core Elixir, a pressure manifested. Beneath the pressure were a tiger and a mass of wind. The pressure was Ji Tian's will.

"Either submit or be destroyed!" The white tiger roared, the Wind Spirit howled. Neither was willing to submit; submission meant merging with the other's will.

Ji Tian gathered all the spiritual energy in his Core Elixir, strengthening his will, and roared, "Submit, be destroyed!!"

The white tiger immediately trembled, slowly beginning to submit. The Wind Spirit fared slightly better; it was a product of heaven and earth, but within Ji Tian's Core Elixir, Ji Tian was heaven.

Ji Tian circulated his Core Elixir, absorbing this power.

But at this moment, the tiger shadow pounced towards him again. This time, Wind Blades shot out from the tiger shadow's mouth.

Ji Tian was no longer afraid. At least he had a way to deal with this foreign energy now. He circulated his Core Elixir, forming a black hole and devouring the tiger shadow.

The Flying Demonic Tiger was greatly alarmed and roared, "You can devour my energy! Roar!" The earth shook, and it pounced.

The Flying Demonic Tiger was a well-cultivated skeleton. Knowing that the other party could devour its energy and that its current divine abilities would be ineffective, it decided to rely on brute force. Its bones were still hard.

But Ji Tian was not having an easy time either. This wind with a tiger's form contained a much greater will than a mere Wind Blade.

This tiger shadow was wreaking havoc within his Core Elixir, almost breaking through the Core Elixir's barrier and escaping.

At this moment, a fierce flame erupted within the Core Elixir, purple with a hint of black threads, immediately engulfing the roaring tiger shadow.

The fierce flame originated from the bottom of the Core Elixir, without warning, and was beyond Ji Tian's control.

This fierce flame burst out of his body and burned towards the demonic tiger that was pouncing at Ji Tian.

With a mournful cry, "Oooooh," the demonic tiger's bones immediately ignited, leaving only a soul fire emitting unwilling divine sense.

Ji Tian stared at all this, dumbfounded and disbelieving. Had he unleashed his potential?

That's right. When Ji Tian was on the verge of losing control of the tiger shadow, he continuously mobilized his will. This will generated a divine sense power, causing his Core Elixir to produce a ball of Core Fire. This Core Fire was not generated by Ji Tian burning spiritual energy, but by the continuous condensation of spiritual energy deep within the Core Elixir.

As one cultivates, liquid spiritual energy settles at the bottom of the Core Elixir and solidifies. Solid spiritual energy then burns into fire. However, Ji Tian was far from reaching this stage. In fact, the wisp of soul power that the black remnant bone gave to Ji Tian was the source, like a seed of origin.