He naturally had no idea that Yan Chihuo possessed an Undying Body. No matter what, that strike could not have taken Yan Chihuo's life.
Yan Chihuo rose to his feet and grinned. "Though your strength is formidable, this avatar of yours is ultimately only at the Tribulation Stage. It has no particular advantage when it comes to resisting virulent poison."
The Fourth Protector's avatar stared at Yan Chihuo, suddenly flung up a hand, and sent another barrage of fireballs flying forth. In an instant, Yan Chihuo was engulfed. He said coldly, "You talk too much. If you had kept playing dead, perhaps you could have preserved your life. This avatar of mine is of no consequence. What matters is taking your life."
As he spoke, yellow fluid began seeping from his body, and his fleshly body began to collapse. Yan Chihuo's poison was already no trifling matter, and it was compounded by the deadly poison of the mid-Tribulation Stage. Moreover, the Fourth Protector's avatar had used a forbidden art, and his fleshly body had already been damaged, so the poison took effect quickly. Otherwise, he could have held on a while longer.
The fireballs in the air dispersed, and Yan Chihuo had indeed been reduced to ashes. A trace of a smile appeared on the Fourth Protector's face—then promptly froze.
Another white-clad youth appeared in the air. It was Yan Chihuo, with a faintly mocking curl at the corner of his lips. He knew the Fourth Protector was bent on taking his life and would not spare a thought for his own safety, so he had deliberately lured him into attacking.
Sure enough, the Fourth Protector's avatar struck with all his might. Though this blow killed Yan Chihuo once again, Yan Chihuo possessed an Undying Body and swiftly recovered.
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