His skin cracked, and threads of golden flame rose from his charred flesh. Xia Lun pressed the heel of his hand against the back of the man's head. Scalding Life Force poured through his palm like spring rain, entered his veins, and rushed toward his heart!
"Urgh!" The Holocaust Bishop, who had yet to complete his ascension, grunted. His already gaunt flesh shriveled rapidly.
Xia Lun's heart stirred. He clamped his fingers down, trying to intensify Life Drain, but the next instant, an unprecedented resistance met his palm!
It felt as though he was draining not a living person but a mass of living fire, constantly shifting and impossible to grasp. At the same time, a strange pulse from far away clogged his absorption like tapioca pearls blocking a milk-tea straw! Clack!
The sparks that had floated against gravity around the Holocaust Bishop dimmed and fell to the ground. But the man was clearly nowhere near dropping dead!
I can't kill him with Life Drain! Xia Lun's heart sank.
The Psychological Invisibility White Line provided had limits. If he couldn't finish the bishop quickly, the man would realize what was happening, and they would be forced to fight the Flame Maniacs inside the sanatorium.
Once a fight broke out, the consequences could be far worse than expected!
As Xia Lun's thoughts raced, the Holocaust Bishop dropped to his knees with a thud. The iron brazier blazing with fire tipped over, sending flames splashing across the ground!
Bang!
Time seemed to stop.
The Arsonists watching the ascension ceremony immediately sensed something was wrong. Several edged closer, and a few even picked up Molotov Cocktails.
White Line's eyes darkened. Without hesitation, she drew her longsword with a clang and pointed its blade at the Arsonists.
She knew the limits of Psychological Invisibility