Yan Chihuo did not answer. He continued holding the sword incantation, locked in a bitter struggle with the Blood Ghost Golden Banner.
After a while, Ji Song could not help growing suspicious again. Whether in appearance or aura, the person before him was undoubtedly Qi Yan'er. Yet this swordsmanship, the several treasures from earlier, and the Three Heads and Six Arms divine ability—even everything from the Daoist magic she had used since appearing—had not been passed down by the Qilin Family.
It was hardly strange for Qi Yan'er to conceal some of her methods. But for every spell and divine ability she used to bear not the slightest trace of the Qilin Family, that was somewhat inconceivable. Ji Song had not paid it much mind at first, but as the magical battle dragged on, the thought occurred to him.
Seeing Yan Chihuo's swordsmanship becoming increasingly limp and feeble, Ji Song let out a long howl and unleashed the Blood Ghost Golden Banner's power in full. Golden flames filled the sky, ghostly qi crisscrossed the air, and within moments, Yan Chihuo was confined within a space barely several yards across.
A moment later, Ji Song bellowed, "Swift!" Hundreds of skulls spun rapidly through the air, and countless golden flames flew out, transforming into a net of fire that wrapped Yan Chihuo within.
Yan Chihuo merely made a token effort, slashing a few times with sword threads. But lacking sufficient magical power, they swiftly dissipated into nothing. In an instant, he was bound by the fire net.
Ji Song finally let out a breath of relief. He formed two incantations in succession: one sealed Yan Chihuo's magical power, while the other suppressed the Blood-Eroding Demonic Light.
Ji Song had suffered enormous losses on this trip. If he could not even determine who