"How, how is that possible!" Yin Ba stared at Yang Chen, drenched in sweat. "You, you should have died when your soul shattered. These vines were formed from true qi—they should have scattered like smoke. How, how is this happening?"
"That would be assuming my soul had truly shattered." Yang Chen wiped the sweat from his brow and rose from the ground weakly.
No kidding, Yin Ba had nearly forced him into a desperate strait.
The Earth Fire Clan's Netherworld Ghostflame was no joke. For one fleeting instant, he had truly felt that he was about to die, as though he could vaguely see the gates of hell opening before him.
He had felt his soul being squeezed to death by the Netherworld Ghostflame. Its burning made breathing difficult, and he had nearly suffocated. Fortunately, his Soul Realm had been a little higher, allowing him to barely endure it. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unthinkable.
Even so, his entire body was now drained, his vitality severely damaged. He was relying only on a single breath of true qi to bind Yin Ba with the vines. Without that breath of true qi, the one turning the tables from a desperate strait right now would probably have been Yin Ba.
It seemed that he truly could not hunt down the Earth Fire Clan so casually in the future. Even if he did, he would have to be more careful around Earth Fire Clan members of royal blood.
"Royal blood..." Excitement stirred in Yang Chen's heart.
Though he did not know exactly how royal-blooded Earth Fire Clan members differed from ordinary ones, Yin Ba's performance just now told him enough. If he could obtain this kind of flame power, it should help him grow much stronger.
Hong Yue asked anxiously, "Young Master,