As the Godskin Apostle slid aside, he conjured a Black Flame fireball in his palm and hurled it at Zhao Si. He was truly fast and vicious when it came to unleashing Black Flame. Whenever Zhao Si put some distance between them, a barrage of Black Flame fireballs would force him to keep dodging.
According to Fia, he could not afford to touch even a trace of this Black Flame. Other flames, including Ghostflame, burned things. Since Ghostflame produced extreme cold, its burning rapidly robbed things of heat, freezing and shattering them as though they had been dunked straight into liquid nitrogen.
Black Flame was different. It did not harm flesh, but burned life force directly. A person's life was finite-how could anyone withstand that kind of burning? Someone with as little life to spare as Yage had died from a single Black Flame fireball.
Someone tougher, with more vitality, could probably take a few more hits, but nobody would risk shortening their life by taking this Black Flame head-on. And this was Black Flame with Destined Death removed. How terrifying must the original Destined Death have been?
He could not let the Godskin Apostle keep kiting him like this. The fellow threw fireballs as though they cost him nothing, while Zhao Si still needed to reload.
With a bullet clenched between his teeth, he spotted a gap between the Godskin Apostle's fireballs and darted closer like a swimming fish. As though he had anticipated this, the Godskin Apostle spun the Godskin Peeler in his hands, winding Black Flame around it to form a vortex of fire.
The Godskin Apostle drove the Godskin Peeler into the ground, and the fiery vortex erupted. Surging Black Flame swept toward Zhao Si, forcing him to brake hard. The Academy Crest at his waist