Black Ghost Fire knew how to conserve its energy, so it didn't burn all the ninjas at once.
Anyway, it's enough to burn them until they die. Why should it expend so much energy to burn them into nothingness?
Mo Huasong walked over to Jin Sang, who was on the verge of death. With a swift movement of his right hand, Little White Sword chopped off his left leg.
"Ah," Jin Sang shrieked again.
At this point, Jin Sang realized that his Dantian was completely destroyed, leaving him as ordinary as any other man.
Therefore, the pain he was experiencing was simply indescribable.
Mo Huasong struck again, slicing off Jin Sang's left hand with another strike. Now the man was limbless, yet still alive.
Mo Huasong sneered, "This is just half-time. The second half will be even more intense."
Having said that, the Little White Sword in Mo Huasong's hand swung continuously, and then Jin Sang's flesh began to fall off in pieces, like a slice of roasted duck.
