Huang Batian's Second Spirit had barely made a move when a scream tore through the air, and everyone saw the Second Spirit engulfed in nine-colored flames. No one knew the origin of these flames, but once they touched the Second Spirit, the situation became uncontrollable as if oil had been poured over it.
"Ah! City Lord, save me!"
Up in the sky, Huang Batian dared not recall his own spirit, only able to watch in agony as the nine-colored flames consumed it. If the spirit were destroyed, Huang Batian would be reduced to a cripple, and cripples couldn't survive in Mandala Land.
All eyes were focused on the sky, with pairs of horrified eyes looking at Beiting Huang. What were this young man's background and strength? With just one strike, he had destroyed a First-Grade Supreme.
Meanwhile, City Lord Yingg Ying was like a statue, not even stirred by Huang Batian's mournful cries for help.
