"Burn!"
Having bound this group of Nether Ghosts, Xia Ping acted decisively. He stepped forward and threw a close-range punch.
At once, a terrifying Hell Golden Crow Flame erupted, turning the entire area into a sea of fire. The full force of the flames slammed into the Nether Ghosts.
Bang bang bang!!!
Caught completely off guard, the Nether Ghosts had no chance to evade. They were instantly struck by the flames, their bodies pierced through and torn apart on the spot. The fire even ignited their bodies, setting them ablaze.
The temperature rose sharply. Flames blanketed the ground, and even the rocks were burned into magma. The very air seemed to twist, giving rise to all manner of strange phenomena.
The Nether Ghosts felt unprecedented terror. Their bodies should have been formless and incorporeal, but before such flames, that constitution was utterly useless. The heat warped their ghostly bodies.
Worse still, the terrifying heat reached their souls, scorching them as though they had fallen into a hell of flames. Their souls were roasted every moment, leaving them in agony beyond endurance.
"Ahhh!!"
"This is bad—the flames counter our Nether Ghost bodies!"
"They contain the power of hell. Could they be Hellfire?!"
"No, this isn't Hellfire. This flame power is of a higher order than Hellfire—unfathomable, carrying an ancient, noble, powerful, and unmatched aura."
"He's only a lowly human. How can he control such ancient hellflames? I refuse to accept this! I refuse!"
"Stop spouting nonsense! Staying here means certain death. Retreat! Retreat at once!"
"We can't retreat at all! This place is bound by gravity—we've been captured! He wants to wipe out every last one of us Nether Ghosts!"
"Damned human! I'll fight you to the death! Even if I die, I won't let you get off easy!"
Nether Ghost