Boom! Boom! Boom!
Kick a man when he was down, bring him a Coke in the snow.
At this moment, the Kindling Flame Banner had not the slightest awareness that it was a supreme treasure, nor any thought of preserving its dignity or status.
It was laughing!
Laughing madly.
The spearhead aimed straight at the Dead Soul Near-Saint, stabbing at him again and again without pause.
It moved incredibly fast. Empowered by Li Su, the spear blazed with astonishing radiance. Time was reversing. Though it was nowhere near as terrifying as when it had erupted outside earlier, it was still immensely dreadful.
In mere moments, the Dead Soul Near-Saint had been stabbed dozens of times, leaving more than ten holes the size of tennis balls in his body.
Even his head had been pierced through by the Kindling Flame Banner. Milky-white brain matter mixed with bright red blood, streaming continuously from within.
This was no mere spear thrust. Within it lay the ultimate power of kindling flame. The holes burned one after another, giving off white smoke and black smoke, while the smell of roasting meat and scorching flesh continuously wafted out.
At this moment, the Dead Soul Near-Saint's expression was hideous, twisted, terrifying.
There was nothing to be done about it. His brain had been pierced through—who would look good after that?
He struggled desperately to resist, retreating again and again, without even the time to speak.
Having lost his third origin, he was suppressed too severely. On this battlefield, he simply could not display the strength he ought to possess.
He retreated, retreated, retreated without end.
Faced with the Kindling Flame Banner's pursuit, the Dead Soul Near-Saint could only retreat time and time again, constantly trying to widen the distance.
Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, the