The Saint Spirit was clearly only a foot tall, yet it had six arms and an extra pair of eyebrows above its eyes. The Sun Wheel behind it was neither white nor blood-red, but dark gold.
"Forgive me, Senior."
The little six-armed Saint Spirit bowed gently toward the air, then transformed into a mass of flame to withstand the terrifying pressure.
Watching from afar, Fang Yun narrowed his eyes slightly. Just as he had suspected, the Fallen Sun Saint Spirit must have had a powerful means of preserving its life to pursue him so arrogantly. That Saint Spirit with six arms and a dark-gold Sun Wheel was most likely a manifestation of the power of Sunless Peak's Half-Sage.
Soon, that vast power dissipated within the labyrinth.
"Human, I'll tear out your tendons and flay your skin! I'll hack you into ten thousand pieces!" the Fallen Sun Saint Spirit cried miserably, launching into a frenzied pursuit.
Fang Yun glanced back and saw that the Fallen Sun Saint Spirit's body had shrunk by an entire size. Wisps of gray now tainted its formerly clear white flames, and its power had weakened considerably.
"Do all you Saint Spirits of Sunless Peak like taking your anger out on others? I already told you that you'd best not look into my memories, but you wouldn't listen. An ancient terror like that could cow even the Myriad Worlds upon emerging. I barely escaped with my life. I really can't understand why you were so confident that you dared to spy on an Ancient Sage." Fang Yun's voice traveled far through his divine sense.
"Why didn't you tell me it was the Coffin-Bearer? Why didn't you say it had emerged in fury? Why didn't you say so!" the Fallen Sun Saint Spirit roared, its voice brimming with