Huo Yuhao was still sneering nearby, his voice thick with Taunt:
"Taking out some fire-cover Soul Tool... did that scare you stupid? Hahaha—"
Before he could finish, a blinding crimson-gold light suddenly flared inside the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover.
Nine fire dragons broke free from the cover's walls, their bodies blazing with golden-red flames as they roared and twisted through the enclosure.
Nangong Wan's screams came from within the cover, hoarse and frantic, like a wild beast trapped inside a furnace.
Purple Soul Power churned and struggled amid the flames, but every time a fire dragon swept past, a layer of it was torn away, as though invisible claws were peeling it apart layer by layer.
Lin Ye let his hands hang at his sides and calmly watched the burning cover. His voice was neither loud nor soft. "The Holy Spirit Cult's Second Elder? Nothing special."
The screams inside the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover grew weaker and weaker. The purple-green glow rapidly faded amid the flames, until only a thin layer of ash remained scattered at the bottom.
After incinerating everything, the nine fire dragons turned back into reliefs and clung to the cover's walls. The crimson-gold radiance slowly receded, restoring it to its tiny form. It spun through the air and landed in Lin Ye's palm.
Huo Yuhao stood rooted to the spot, his mouth hanging open as though he had been frozen in place.
He stared at the ashes, then at the little cover resting quietly in Lin Ye's palm. His voice was hollow with incomprehension:
"Second Elder... y-you... don't scare me like this..."
Several black shadows that had been observing from the darkness simultaneously withdrew. Even their footsteps were muffled to the utmost as they vanished into the depths of the shadows, as if afraid