"What?" As the Ghost Face Soul Flame finished speaking, both Xiao Yan and Xiao Yi were immediately startled.
"I don't know the specifics either, but there is indeed some of the Ghost Face Soul Flame's power inside him," the Ghost Face Soul Flame Spirit slowly shook his head and said.
"Ahhh!" Just as everyone was talking, Yin Futong in front of them let out a painful, miserable scream.
"This is..."
"Ghost Qi?" But not long after, amidst Mu Yingying and Yan Chi, Yan Chi's voice rang out with earth-shattering shock.
"Rumble!" Everyone looked up and saw that the Blood Demon Golden Qi filling Yin Futong's entire body was currently being continuously resisted by a trace of extremely minuscule black Ghost Qi. Relying on this resistance, the crimson hue in Yin Futong's pupils was also slowly receding.
"Attack!" Seeing this, Xiao Yan knew this was the last chance. If even this remaining sliver of sentience were swallowed by the Blood Demon Golden Qi, Yin Futong would undoubtedly perish completely!
Although he did not know whether Yin Futong still possessed a chance of resurrection, Xiao Yan would certainly not sit idly by and watch someone die without helping.
"Damn fellow, the Holy Flame Power is indeed this tenacious..." Seeing this scene from afar, the Blood Demon Envoy shook his head slightly, because he knew that back then Yin Futong had beaten the Xuan Ling Imperial Four Heavenly Sovereigns into critical condition. Although the Blood Demon Four Envoiys had ultimately attached themselves to the Four Heavenly Sovereigns to beat Yin Futong to within an inch of his life, a breath of life had still been left behind in the end-even though he himself had nurtured it with Blood Demon Golden Qi for decades, it was still impossible to completely eradicate it.
"Still, calculating