Infernal white flame?
"Sleeveless!?"
For a moment, the sky was filled with a roar full of rage and hatred, which soon turned into a powerless plea:
"Elder Sang, give me a chance!"
Drip, drip, drip...
Giants fighting high in the sky, the battlefield of the demi-saints, was again showered with a rain of ink.
All eleven Holy Lords' soul bodies ignited, but they felt a new, damp influence on them.
The soul blood flowed and gathered uncontrollably.
Soon, figures wearing golden beast masks, formed from congealed soul blood, appeared on the Holy Lords' soul bodies, sticking like bone moths.
"A chance is not given by others but seized by oneself," the Water Ghost said with a smile.
"Get lost!" Qin Guan roared in fury, but before he could muster his strength, the Original Sealing Spear pierced straight at his soul head, robbing him of all power to resist.
The torrential rain solidified into form, and the white flame divided the battlefield, one managing five and the other six.
