The Arsonist

The night wind howled past. The fire near Stream Elder Bridge grew fiercer, and both banks had become a sea of flames. Fire surged upward like a blazing storm.

Thick smoke rolled toward them. Flames licked out of the scorching black clouds, and even from a distance, Xia Lun felt the temperature climbing.

"Primordial Epoch Yellow Heaven Venerable, we have to go!" Xuan Yan covered her mouth and coughed twice. "That man was the Manhunter. He can come back to life. If we don't leave now, he'll hold us up!"

Though she had shattered the powerful crossbow bolt, a broken edge had still sliced through her mask. A few round drops of blood trickled from the cut.

Apparently finding the damaged mask a nuisance, she reached up and took it off.

Xia Lun did not answer. The hot smoke had dried out his throat, but a chilling sensation was rising in his chest.

Within the flames on Stream Elder Bridge, countless blurry, blood-red figures forced their way through the fire. Still burning, they charged at the pair like demons crawling out of a fiery hell!

The raging flames licked at the Skinned Corpses' flesh. Their limbs charred and fell away in the heat, yet they did not slow down at all.

"Skinned Corpses aren't afraid of fire?" He narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Once people become Skinned Corpses, they can't feel pain!" Xuan Yan grabbed Xia Lun's hand and pulled him back. "Fire can kill them, but it won't stop them right away. We need to go!"

"So the fire just isn't big enough?"

"Huh?" Xuan Yan froze for a moment, then hurriedly shook her head. "No, that's not what I meant."

As Xia Lun ran with Xuan Yan, he glanced at the Information Panel.

Kill notifications flashed rapidly at the