Black flames blotted out the sky and covered the earth, setting the vines that filled the heavens alight.
Seeing this, Yang Zhengshan had no choice but to retreat and dodge. Though he did not know what kind of fire it was, no matter what kind of fire it was, it was best not to let it touch him.
The flames of cultivators were strange and varied. There were Heaven and Earth Exotic Fires, spirit fires driven by a cultivator's magic power, and true fires condensed by imitating Heaven and Earth Exotic Fires.
Spirit fires were relatively common. Most flames used by fire-attribute cultivators were spirit fires. The truly difficult ones to deal with were Heaven and Earth Exotic Fires and true fires.
For example, the flame Hong Fuxiu used was a true fire condensed by imitating the Southern Bright Leaving Fire. Although it was not the real Southern Bright Leaving Fire, it possessed part of the Southern Bright Leaving Fire's might.
The fire Jiang Taishu was using in front of him possessed nether attributes. Not only was it difficult to extinguish, it also carried a corrosive effect. The vines ignited by it were not burned clean, but corroded into nether attributes.
Yang Zhengshan retreated more than a hundred zhang in succession before he frowned and looked at that expanse of black flame.
Youyu Gate deserved to be a powerful sect. Its foundation was even above that of the Xuanqing Sect.
The Silent Spirit Fire Ming Shuzi used was also a relatively special kind of true fire, but it was different from Jiang Taishu's.
These special arts represented the foundation of a faction.
"Ah, looks like there's no way without paying a bit of a price!"
Yang Zhengshan sighed somewhat helplessly.
Finished speaking, he waved his sleeve, and the Golden Crow