At the place where Jiang Chenfeng had fallen, Ye Lin saw only a shattered talisman paper. The real Jiang Chenfeng had long since fled.
"These bastards really are hard to kill."
Ye Lin could not help but grit his teeth. None of those who could make it here were simple, and that fellow's cultivation was even higher than his own. The difficulty of killing him was obvious.
He had directly pulled a Golden Cicada Shell Escape on him.
The next time I see you, I'll definitely kill you. Ye Lin thought inwardly as he put away the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor.
Although that fellow had escaped, he had taken Ye Lin's Beginningless True Flame head-on. Even if he had gotten away, he would not be feeling good. Perhaps he was hiding in some corner right now, licking his wounds.
"Damn it, what kind of flame is this? It can't be extinguished? And immortal power is actually nourishment to it?"
In another location, Jiang Chenfeng stared grimly at the white flames clinging to his body like maggots gnawing at bone and cursed under his breath.
This flame was utterly monstrous. It simply could not be extinguished.
The immortal power throughout his body surged wildly, yet such fierce immortal power was nothing more than nourishment for the flames.
"No, I can't let these flames spread any further. If they keep spreading, I'll be in danger."
With an ugly expression, Jiang Chenfeng sat cross-legged on the ground and began racking his brains for a way to extinguish the Beginningless True Flame on his body.
If he allowed the Beginningless True Flame to rage unchecked, sooner or later it would burn him to death.
He had only just managed to escape from Blood Baleful's hands. If he were burned to death by