The flame was immediately caught by the wind and spread all over the cyclone. The effect was like from throwing a hot coal into a pile of dry kindling.
Blazing purple fire grew to the heavens, spreading its chill for meters around. My breathing turned into mist in front of me, and the ground for ten steps around the cyclone became covered in rime. A blast of wind hit me from behind, throwing my hair toward the fire.
The flames hid Ning Lau's figure, but I heard his mad laughter be cut off by a scream of pain, which soon turned into silence. The burning whirlwind around him was gradually dying down as well.
I stepped back. Ning Lau's Qi was gone with his soul, but I still couldn't believe this was the end of him.
"What…" Elder Shun coughed. "Well. What a marvelous ability to show, Brother Yujin… Hm."
