Just when Chen Hao was at his wit's end, suddenly, a wave-like burst of red flames erupted from behind him, then surged forward with a roaring ferocity.
In an instant, the verdant rain and flurry of white snow falling from the sky were all evaporated by the fiercely hot flames; and the water that had infiltrated the dust within the bodies of the undead warriors was also completely eradicated.
Without the spirit-infused rainwater, the dust flowed more rapidly into the Sword of Dust. In the blink of an eye, all the dust had returned to the sword.
Chen Hao looked back, only to see Ye Yuqiao's Nether Soul Body unfolding her blazing wings. Then he nodded slightly at her, as a gesture of his heartfelt gratitude.
"It's that woman!" the Ghost King muttered to himself, looking at Ye Yuqiao's Nether Soul Body. Unlike before, Ye Yuqiao's Nether Soul Body was not wearing a mask, allowing him to see her face.
