To put it nicely, he was a ghost cultivator. To put it bluntly, he was like the ghost stories recorded in little books sold on mortal street corners—nothing more than a lingering soul.
The lingering soul had received a bit of fortune and, through a fortunate accident, stepped onto the path of cultivation.
At his core, he was still a ghost.
In an instant, Phoenix Fire coiled around Ye Lin's body, slightly warping the air around him. Ye Lin swiftly twisted aside to evade the slash, then flicked the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword in his hand and struck the Nether General's armor with a single sword blow.
At once, a crackling sound rang out. A plume of green smoke rose from the ghost cultivator's body, and a mark was left on his armor.
The Nether General swiftly retreated. As he stared at the Phoenix Fire surrounding Ye Lin, a flicker of apprehension passed through his eyes.
No matter the time, fire was something those of the yin path feared.
Fire represented yang and naturally restrained them.
What Ye Lin wielded was no ordinary flame, either, but Phoenix Fire—the natal divine flame of the phoenix, a divine beast. Though the Phoenix Fire on Ye Lin's body was not even one ten-thousandth as powerful as that of a true phoenix, it was just right for dealing with the Nether General before him.
"So you really are afraid of this."
The apprehension in the Nether General's eyes had flashed by quickly, but Ye Lin still caught it.
He had only released the Phoenix Fire to test him. Now that he saw this fellow truly feared it, all the better.
Ye Lin immediately put away the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword, and golden light burst from his entire body, soaring ten thousand zhang into the air.
Although