The flames danced, lacking the explosive crackle of an ordinary fire. Instead, they possessed a deathly, viscous quality and a greed that sought to devour all.
It was, unmistakably, the Nine Nether Yin Fire!
The moment the flames touched him, they clung like a festering poison. No matter how Monk Xuanbei tried to beat them back with his True Essence, deploy the Buddhist Sect's Fire-Extinguishing Divine Techniques, or even lash out with his own blood essence, he couldn't snuff out even a single flicker.
The crimson flames seemed alive. They burrowed into his body through his pores and acupoints, frantically burning his flesh and bone, and even the True Essence he had worked so hard to cultivate.
"AGGHHH—!!!"
The indescribable pain made Monk Xuanbei let out an inhuman, shrill scream. He rolled wildly on the ground, trying to smother the flames, but it was all in vain.
