A moment later, wisps of flame slowly rose around the man in black.
The flames were ghostly blue and ethereal, like a cloud of blue smoke, slowly swallowing and enveloping the man in black.
Several breaths later.
The flames gradually blazed brighter.
The man in black became the wick. His black robe burned away, and his entire body turned pale gold.
The swaying blue flames were like a dancer, their graceful figure gently undulating.
At the instant the flames flared fiercely.
All the hair on the man in black's body was instantly burned away.
His skin was scorched black, and the moisture within his body evaporated bit by bit.
The man in black was enduring incomparable agony. His entire body convulsed violently as he desperately endured the torment of the flames.
Yi Feng took in every bit of it.
At that moment, his heart felt as though it were being twisted by knives, yet there was nothing he could do. He could only wait for the right moment to activate the secret art.
That helplessness made Yi Feng suffer even more.
The man in black endured the searing pain and did his best to explain what came next.
"Boss, after it is complete, I may temporarily lose my memories. You do not need to worry."
"Also, my state of survival will need spiritual energy to sustain it. Please provide me with some spiritual energy from time to time so I can absorb it."
Yi Feng watched helplessly as his brother turned into a ball of fire. Bloodshot veins filled his eyes, and he clenched his teeth tightly.
Tears welled in his eyes. He brushed them away with a sweep of his sleeve and clenched his fists hard.
"Do not worry. Leave it to me!"
Yi Feng's voice trembled, but the