Before he could finish speaking, Yan Chihuo transformed, taking on three heads and six arms as he viciously lunged at him.
Feng Xingkong gave an astonished "Eh?" Seeing Yan Chihuo charging with such ferocity, he stretched out a hand, and a small black banner flew into the air.
With a flick of the banner, a gale surged forth. In an instant, Yan Chihuo found himself in a pitch-black space, surrounded by countless wind blades and wind dragons. This was a spiritual treasure with spatial properties!
Any spiritual treasure with spatial properties was among the very finest, and spatial properties were the most troublesome of all. Yan Chihuo was secretly alarmed. Four God-Falling Steles flew out to guard his front, back, left, and right, while he also sent out the Seven Absolutes Cold Mist Sword, shredding every wind blade and wind dragon. Yet he could find neither an exit nor a flaw.
Yan Chihuo grew anxious. If he could not find an exit or weakness, he would be trapped here until he died. Knowing that three heads and six arms consumed too much spiritual power, he immediately withdrew his dharma body and wandered through the space.
Yan Chihuo still held onto a sliver of hope: Feng Xingkong might enter this space as well. If that happened, he could use three heads and six arms to kill him and escape.
Yet after wandering through the space for more than half an hour, he still found no sign of Feng Xingkong. He thought to himself, This man is crafty. He refuses to enter this place. What am I supposed to do?
Just as he was at a loss, a streak of azure light flashed before him, revealing Feng Xingkong. Yan Chihuo knew this was his chance to escape. He immediately transformed into three