There was no semblance of heat emanating, only the endless sense of icy cold as the pale blue flame flickered in the palm of his hand.
"Soul Devouring Ghost Flame!"
Feng Qing'an watched the foreign flame dancing in his palm, a divine power gift derived from the bloodline of the Ghost Wolf. After adapting through half the night, he could now wield it.
The reason he could control this energy so precisely was due to his prior days of preparation and, most importantly, the cooperation of Black Mountain.
If Black Mountain had been even slightly uncooperative or indifferent, Feng Qing'an wouldn't have been successful.
At this moment, Feng Qing'an deeply understood this truth. After all, in his hand was a flame that only the purest bloodline of the Ghost Wolf could wield.
This type of flame had a practically fatal destructive power against ghost creatures. Besides causing extraordinary harm to ghost creatures, it was also terrifyingly damaging to all spirits with a soul.
