The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, crossed dozens of yards almost simultaneously, heading straight for Song Yan's corpse.
They had already extended their Spiritual Power through the air, forming huge hands that reached for the Heaven and Earth Bag at Song Yan's waist and the Sword Case on his back.
"Kree!"
Just then, a piercing bird cry suddenly rang throughout the Nangong Clan Lands.
The cry seemed to come from above the clouds, deafening the cultivators who heard it.
The weaker Qi Refining cultivators even vaguely felt as though their souls were leaving their bodies.
Almost the instant they heard the bird cry, a vast, pure flame erupted without warning before Qin Feiyu and the yellow-robed man.
Boom!
In an instant, the two huge hands formed from Spiritual Power were burned away entirely.
"What?!"
The yellow-robed man froze, then hurriedly flew back several yards.
The raging blaze forced Qin Feiyu back as well.
Even so, the edges of the golden flames still singed them both.
Qin Feiyu was stunned at first, but there was no joy on his face, only a measure of disbelief in his eyes.
It seemed he had already guessed something the instant he saw those flames.
His protective spiritual light dissolved in the golden flames in the blink of an eye. The broad sleeves of his Daoist Robe turned to ash, and searing pain spread across his skin.
The yellow-robed man was even more terrified. The small shield Law Artifact he summoned lost all its spiritual light the instant it touched the golden flames, its surface melting and warping.
A scorching force penetrated his body, bringing a sweet taste to his throat as he nearly spat blood.
"How could this be?!"
These flames were entirely unlike ordinary Spirit Flame.