That hand erupted with Corpse Baleful Intent Fire, utterly disregarding the Rogue Cultivator of Xin Mountain's Body-Protecting Spiritual Power as it seized his ankle.
The blazing corpse fire abruptly began spreading along his Body-Protecting Spiritual Power.
A haunting spirit that refused to leave.
A lowly Corpse Puppet dared to overturn the heavens?
Though startled and suspicious, Xin Mountain had not lost his composure. Powerful Spiritual Power erupted, blood light surged around him, and the White Bone Small Shield spun again, abruptly splitting into three shields that circled him.
The spreading corpse fire abruptly stalled.
At the same time, he formed Hand Seals with his left hand and brought his palm down toward the crown of A Yuan's head.
Instead of retreating, A Yuan advanced. Gripping Xin Mountain's ankle, he yanked hard and drove his knee up, crashing into Xin Mountain's palm.
Corpse fire and blood light collided fiercely, corroding one another with sizzling sounds.
The blood light fluctuated violently, caving into a deep hollow, while A Yuan's right knee began shattering inch by inch. Blood flames also ignited on his left hand, but he seemed not to notice and refused to relent.
"Have you lost all regard for your life?"
The Rogue Cultivator of Xin Mountain sneered. "This time, you must be real."
As he spoke, the Bloodflame around him suddenly surged. "I'm starting to forget."
Without any preamble, A Yuan suddenly said those words.
"What?" The Rogue Cultivator of Xin Mountain frowned, not knowing what this Corpse Puppet was talking about.
"A Hao, Xiao Lian, A Ming-"
A Yuan raised his eyes toward Xin Mountain, his gaze filled with killing intent. "I still remember their faces. I remember their names..."
"But I've already forgotten who they were."
"I know they were the most important people to me, but someday,