"Don't be afraid. Attack the flames as you please—just be careful," shouted the old man in black robes.
He and the old man in white controlled the Spirit Island, constantly sensing the changes in the spirit of the Heaven-Burning Wind-Rending Diagram.
Upon hearing this, the Heavenly Wind Cultivators unleashed all manner of Minor Divine Abilities at the flames. That ball of fire shot into the air, but how could it possibly evade every one of those divine abilities? It was immediately extinguished.
Yan Chihuo was dead? That human cultivator of the Tribulation Stage, whose name had shaken the East Sea, had died just like that? The Heavenly Wind Cultivators could scarcely believe it. Recalling Yan Chihuo's previous divine abilities, they dared not lower their guard and searched all around, yet found nothing.
One Heavenly Wind Cultivator said, "I don't think there's any need to look. He must have been blasted into body and soul alike."
Everyone thought that made sense and nodded in agreement. Only then did they let out long breaths of relief, all thinking, "No matter how formidable Yan Chihuo is, he can't withstand so many of us. Besides, he was devouring the spirit of the Heaven-Burning Wind-Rending Diagram and couldn't extricate himself. Still, he has devoured more than half of its spirit—will that affect the operation of the Spirit Island?"
At that moment, the old man in white frowned. He and the old man in black robes shouted in unison, "That man isn't dead! He's still devouring the spirit of the Heaven-Burning Wind-Rending Diagram!" They did not know that Yan Chihuo had used the Innate Seventy-Two Transformations to merge the diagram's spirit into his soul. They merely sensed the spirit of the Heaven-Burning Wind-Rending Diagram continuously weakening while Yan Chihuo continued casting spells, so they concluded that