Yan Chihuo found another spirit material. Seeing that it was getting late, he prepared to fly back to his residence. Even if that ox-headed ghost wanted to find him, it could not possibly stay at the station forever, could it? Besides, with his Spiritual Eye, he could spot it in advance.
Yan Chihuo had flown for about half an hour when a strange sound suddenly reached his ears. He followed the sound and saw a mass of white mist shooting toward him. Yan Chihuo was startled. He recognized it at once—it was none other than Profound Yin Netherfrost!
Yan Chihuo did not dare to be careless and hurriedly dodged aside. Yet the white mist gathered together again, forming a human face. Only, this face was far more savage than the one he had seen before, and seemed to have aged several years.
Profound Yin Netherfrost let out a sinister chuckle when it saw him. "What a coincidence. I've run into you again." As soon as the words fell, it transformed into a mass of white mist and swept down over Yan Chihuo's head.
In truth, Profound Yin Netherfrost's injuries were extremely severe. The poison of Cold Corpse Netherlight was no trifling matter. It had only managed to suppress it until now because it was a spirit body. Then, when it broke through that net of light, it not only expended a considerable amount of mana but also aggravated its injuries. Those things were manageable, but the Soul-Extinguishing Needles were the most deadly of all. It urgently needed to replenish its mana.
The moment it saw Yan Chihuo, it was both alarmed and delighted. Alarmed, because Yan Chihuo had Soul-Seizing Flame protecting his body and was truly difficult to deal with; delighted, because Yan Chihuo's mana was deep and pure. If