The tall figure condensed from that Furnace Fire Life was wreathed in endless plumes of green smoke, its pained grunts turning into a desperate howl!
The thunderous psychic sound swept out in all directions, startling the nearby Yin Mangs and Yin Jiaos, which hastily retreated into the thick, dark clouds.
After about twenty breaths, the tall figure had been burned increasingly thin. Like an incense stick burning to its end, it could no longer maintain the form of its Divine Sense.
POOF! It exploded into scattering ash!
"He's dead?"
"He's lost half his life, more or less. A grievous injury to one's Divine Sense is far more severe than damage to a Cultivation Furnace!"
"Begging the Stove Lord to grant fire? Then using his Divine Sense as incense? Why would he do that...?"
On the Eighteen-Layered High Platform, the numerous Divine Senses were all shocked, yet utterly bewildered and unable to comprehend what had happened.
