The Ape Spirit unleashed Yin Fire, which spread like Mo poured into clear water and trapped Lin Han within it.
The fire seared him from every side, yet what rushed against his face was not heat but a cold wind. Lin Han shuddered several times inside the flames, feeling the chill pierce straight into his marrow.
The Bai Light Sword whirled around him, its pure white Sword Qi scattering the black flames wherever it passed. But as the flames dispersed in one place, they swelled again in another. The Sword Light flickered and wheeled like sharp flashes of lightning, blocking most of the black fire, though a little still crept onto Lin Han.
Lin Han hurriedly circulated his energy to resist it, first using the qigong his grandfather had taught him, which he had practiced since childhood. Even in the mundane martial world, this was a top-tier internal cultivation method, capable of making its practitioner impervious to heat and cold once fully mastered.
He drew heat from his dantian and spread it through his limbs to fend off the cold, soon driving the chill out of his body. Delighted, he thought, This Ape Spirit's ghost fire isn't so formidable after all. He opened his eyes wide and searched for the Ape Spirit, but could see nothing beyond the swirling Black Flames. Then he listened intently and, sure enough, located the Ape Spirit by sound. He hurled the five coin darts held in his hand in rapid succession!
These coin darts were no ordinary copper coins. To prepare for fighting the Ape Spirit, he had used a whetstone to grind their edges thin. Thrown with the full strength of his hands, they could easily pierce a tree trunk as thick as an arm.
Having pinpointed his target by sound, he sent