"Thank you for stepping in, Consultant Lin. Be careful!"
Shen Du and Jiang Ling scrambled back to the combat zone.
Wang Zhenshan rose from the rubble, supporting his arm. Han Yi knelt on one knee, leaning on his saber. Lu Zheng crawled out of a pile of broken stones, while Xia Ning clutched her shoulder, her face deathly pale.
Everyone was watching Lin Jin. He stood there alone, facing the SS-Rank Flying Jiangshi that had risen from the ruins again.
Zhao Polu emerged from the rubble and looked down at the dent in his chest as it slowly healed. For the first time, his blood-red eyes truly fixed on Lin Jin.
"Who are you?" The voice from his throat was no longer the hoarse growl from before, but carried a trace of gravity.
Lin Jin wasted no words on him.
He activated his eternal Mangekyō Sharingan immediately. The Straight-Bar Tomoe Pinwheel pattern spun in his pupils, and black flames ignited out of thin air on Zhao Polu's body.
Amaterasu!
The black flames spread like a deep-rooted blight along his armor, through the corpse mist, and through the baleful aura permeating the air, greedily devouring everything they touched.
But Zhao Polu was not like the B-Rank and A-Rank Eerie encountered in Jiangcheng before, helpless to resist Amaterasu's burning.
The layer of corpse fiend aura around him, condensed into tangible substance, erupted the instant the flames touched it, colliding head-on with Amaterasu's black flames.
The two extreme powers devoured and annihilated each other with a piercing hiss. The corpse fiend aura forcibly stripped the black flames from his body, turning them into wisps of black smoke that dissipated in the air.
"Interesting. An SS-Rank Weird, indeed!"
This was the first time Lin Jin had seen Amaterasu blocked head-on.
Even as Zhao Polu