'Mister Ji's Samadhi True Fire!'
Wang Youhong stood outside the pavilion. Watching this scene within, his scalp tingled. Though no excessively scorching heat reached him where he stood, his divine soul felt a fierce, searing pain, as though the roasting heat of standing too near a fire had manifested on a spiritual level.
The terror of the legendary Samadhi True Fire lay not only in its unbearable extremes of heat and cold, but also in how it could not be extinguished once it touched something. Wang Youhong did not believe it truly could not be put out at all; it was merely that the necessary means were too formidable. Clearly, the Black Desolation Demon King did not possess such ability.
He had thought Mistress Spider would at least be able to struggle somewhat against Ji Yuan. Yet the cruel reality was that, apart from two screams at the beginning, the agony of the burning left her unable even to cry out as she writhed. The entire process was even shorter than Wang Youhong had imagined. With Ji Yuan at her side, those sounds presumably could not spread beyond the pavilion.
She was, after all, the Black Desolation Demon King. Ji Yuan did not stop after breathing out a mouthful of Samadhi True Fire. Only once the demon king was thoroughly dead did he close his mouth, and the Samadhi True Fire within the pavilion vanished at once.
Ji Yuan turned to look at the young man outside the hall. The trace of unease on his face had already disappeared, so Ji Yuan smiled.
"Let's go. Once you've boarded a pirate ship, don't think about getting off."
Wang Youhong smiled awkwardly as well, though his gaze slid toward Ji Yuan's left hand. There was a strange black bead there, within which