When Huai Yin snapped his fingers, the dark wasteland ignited, with the pale Ghost Fire spreading endlessly.
The pitch-black sky was illuminated brilliantly!
Amid the sweep of a thousand snowdrifts, the Vermilion Bird Venerate staggered and was sent flying backward, his noble and sacred divine body shattered to pieces, leaving only a flame rising like a Vermilion Bird, dissipating into the dark night.
Instant kill!
Even if there were onlookers here watching the battle, they wouldn't know what happened in that instant just now.
Huai Yin's eyes flowed with a strange darkness. He rose calmly, brushed the snow dust off his body, his Ghost Fire-burning form flickering uncertainly, and said with a hoarse voice filled with laughter, "How do you like this move, Venerate?"
The illusory Vermilion Fire reignited, as the Vermilion Bird Venerate emerged from the flames, reaching toward his back.
