Curse Mark Emerges, Burning Curse Fire

Seeing this, we realized the danger.

Something abnormal was clearly about to happen to Leng Bingshan.

Daoist Qingshan did not dare let down his guard either and hurriedly said:

"Everyone, fall back!"

The rest of us quickly retreated, not daring to be careless in the slightest.

Leng Bingshan, however, looked incomparably distressed.

Looking at the word "death" appearing on his body and the wisps of black qi, his face twisted into a vicious, ferocious expression.

"Damn it, damn it, the curse mark, the curse mark.

"No, don't, don't!

"Ah! Ah..."

Amid his agony, flames erupted with a buzz.

They were black flames with no temperature. Neither cold nor heat could be felt from them, yet they carried an overwhelming sense of intimidation.

The appearance of the black flames made even our souls seem to tremble, instinctively gripped by fear.

It was like how a physical body feared the searing heat of blazing fire.

We kept backing away, retreating more than five meters.

Leng Bingshan was still screaming:

"No, don't, don't! Ah, ah..."

He was in unbearable pain.

The black flames kept all of us from approaching, Daoist Qingshan included.

In less than five seconds, Leng Bingshan's entire body was engulfed in black fire, and his voice fell silent.

In the end, Leng Bingshan, that demonic Daoist, was reduced to ashes in the black flames. Even his phosphorescent fire was burned away.

The black flames came swiftly and vanished just as swiftly.

When they disappeared, all that remained were our weapons nailed into the ground.

Neither the weapons nor the weeds on the ground had suffered any damage. Only Leng Bingshan had been utterly destroyed, body and soul.

"Black fire... This is the first time I've seen it in real life. Is this hellfire of karmic retribution?"

Zhang Yuchen drew in