The man in red spoke with a trace of arrogance.
"Spirit Hall remnant, my people from Return to the Ruins aren't so easy to kill!"
But no sooner had his words fallen than the black-clad men amid the surrounding mist screamed again.
The man in red turned to look. The pitch-black flames he had just extinguished with water had flared back to life, burning the black-clad men in excruciating agony.
The man in red frowned. The ring on his finger glimmered, and several jets of water burst forth the next second, putting out the flames.
An Chen watched, still lost in thought, wondering why the man's soul ring configuration was so peculiar. Besides, he did not believe the men he had slashed could still survive.
"Take your clothes off while you can, you useless idiots!" the man in red snapped impatiently at their wretched state.
They hurried to obey, but just as the man in red turned back to stare at An Chen,
A shriek rang out.
"Ah! My-my body!" the black-clad men cried in terror.
The man in red turned back with a look of disgust, only to find that the man who had screamed had already been severed in two at his charred waist.
The man stared down in horror, clearly still unable to grasp what had happened. Only when his exposed intestines spilled across the ground, followed by his internal organs, did he realize he was already dead.
The others had long since fallen silent, frozen in the act of taking off their clothes.
Even the soil beneath the corpses seemed only now to react. A series of booms rang out, and several large craters appeared where they had stood. The black fire within them went out, leaving piles of pitch-black ash at the bottom.
The man