Where the flames spread, even space twisted, as though it could not withstand their heat.
The gray flames met the scarlet blaze.
At the instant they touched, there was no great sound, no shock wave.
The towering scarlet blaze met the gray flames like a black hole and was silently swallowed whole.
Yang Tian's pupils contracted. His Vermilion Bird True Fire was just... gone?
But it was already too late for him to retreat.
The gray flames climbed his wings. Wherever they passed, the fire vanished, leaving only a cold, deathly stillness.
Fear rose from deep within Yang Tian.
The searing heat that kept coming from his feathers and the surface of his body left him afraid to move a muscle.
He knew that if he made one reckless move, those strange, terrifying flames would reduce him to ash in an instant, without leaving so much as a speck behind.
"You lost."
Ye Lin had no intention of taking Yang Tian's life. His expression remained blank as he spoke softly.
Looking at Ye Lin's face, calm as an undisturbed pond, Yang Tian nodded in resignation.
He had lost. He had lost.
And he had lost utterly.
They had not even fought in earnest. One encounter, one probing move, and he had lost.
If he stubbornly refused to yield, those powerful flames would be more than enough to take his life.
Seeing Yang Tian nod in resignation, Ye Lin smiled faintly.
With a thought, the Nine Nether Prison Flame wound around Yang Tian quietly dispersed.
Yang Tian stumbled to the ground, his face pale as paper.
"Thank you for sparing my life."
Yang Tian bowed to Ye Lin, then limped off the Arena.
He had lost decisively.
He had neither the standing nor the face to linger on the Arena now.