When Li Chang'an saw the flame burning ever brighter, he resorted to his old method. Using his formidable spirit and profound soul as a razor-sharp blade, he forcefully peeled it from the back of his hand.
The Soul Fire flew into midair.
Li Chang'an glanced down at the back of his hand. There were no visible marks, yet he felt as if the flesh there had curled and been roasted to a blackened crisp.
It was invisible to the naked eye.
Only through his spirit and soul could he perceive the injury.
Li Chang'an let out a self-deprecating smile.
He was just about to put the Soul Fire away when, at that very moment, a pale, withered hand shot out from over the surrounding wall, snatching at the Soul Fire!
Li Chang'an had already been on high alert.
Therefore, he reacted in less than 0.01 seconds, thrusting out his own arm. Despite this, the speed of the withered hand's owner still far exceeded his expectations.
