The Blood-Burning Talisman finally struck the Great Tengu.
The flames would follow the blood energy in his body and keep burning until he died.
So far, no one had ever been able to extinguish this Curse Fire instantly, unless they severed the burning limb immediately.
But the Great Tengu clearly did not do that. The blackish-yellow Curse Fire rapidly spread through his blood to his wings, waist, and thighs.
Though it had not reached his head, putting out the fire now was basically impossible.
"Quick, put out this god's fire! Put it out!"
"Ah! It hurts! It hurts!"
"Lord Great Tengu!"
"Quick, help Lord Tengu!"
The Japanese monks shouted continuously as they rushed over to help the Great Tengu.
Though Brother Wang had been pierced through, he held on with his last breath and charged forward to crush his enemies.
Because this was our only chance to survive and break through the encirclement...
My situation was terrible.
Even with all my cultivation unleashed and my second vortex operating, that kick had still left me unable to get up.
Had it been an ordinary person, that kick would have shattered all their internal organs.
The moment I hit the ground, an intense pain tore through my chest, and I spat out a mouthful of blood.
The two yin-yang masters beside me raised their katanas and slashed down, trying to take my life.
"Die!"
"Chinese Daoist, your time has come!"
"..."
Amid their shouts, the two blades came down.
I wanted to rise and block them, but I found that I could not stand. My chest throbbed with pain.
At the critical moment, Pan Ling suddenly charged over with Zhang Yuchen on her back.
She raised her sword and blocked the two yin-yang masters...
Pan Ling's cultivation was not high to begin