Wu Li knew that his yin fire was both viscous and invisible to the naked eye. Once it clung to someone, it could neither be shaken off nor extinguished; it would burn until their skin was charred, their flesh rotted, and their entire body finally turned to ash.
Shi Feiyang reached out and seized all of it, then rubbed his hands together a few times and destroyed it completely.
Wu Li could scarcely believe his eyes. How was that possible?
Cursing under his breath, he tore another lock of hair from his head, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it to pieces. His hands swiftly formed seals as he cast a spell, then thrust forward, sending a mass of red sparks flying.
Shi Feiyang saw that he was exhausting his own life force to employ a forbidden art, releasing these sparks and attaching his invisible yin fire to them. He flicked out a blossom of grand void fiendfire he had refined himself.
The grand void fiendfire was dark brown and quite inconspicuous, but once it flew out, the astral-fiendish magnetic force within it immediately made everyone's scalp prickle and every hair on their bodies stand on end. Even the objects in their hands threatened to be sucked toward it.
The hemp Crown Daoist Si Taixu gripped his vine staff as it tried to fly away, utterly shaken.
Wu Li's four disciples had released their flying swords earlier to flee. When Si Taixu descended from the sky, they landed again, but instead of recalling their swords, they left them hovering before them as protection. Now all four swords seemed caught by a powerful magnet and threatened to fly away. The four hastily formed seals to resist, but the pull was too strong, and their swords flew uncontrollably toward the flame.