"How, how is it possible!" Yin Ba looked at Yang Chen with sweat dripping down his forehead: "You, you should have already died with your soul shattered, and these vines should have dissipated into smoke since they were formed by True Qi. What, what happened?"
"That premise would only work if my soul had actually been shattered." Yang Chen wiped the sweat off his forehead and stood up weakly from the ground.
It's true that he was almost driven into a dire situation by Yin Ba.
The Netherworld Ghost Fire of the Earth Fire Clan was nothing to joke about. For an instant, he really felt like he was going to die, as if he had even gotten a glimpse of the gates of hell in front of him.
His soul seemed to be compressed to death by the Netherworld Ghost Fire, and his breathing was difficult. He felt like he was going to suffocate to death. However, in the end, his Divine Soul Realm was a bit higher, and he barely pulled through. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
