The broken sword was old and simple. Its blade, which was covered in rusty stains, burned with pure Yang flames. These pure Yang flames were able to suppress evil Yin energy to the greatest extent.
Chi! Chi! Chi!
The swarthy youth could clearly hear the burning sound of his body. A huge hole, that could be seen with the naked eye, slowly formed on his body as large amounts of Yin specter energy was overwhelmed by pure Yang flames, burning into nothingness.
W… Why…
The swarthy youth grabbed the broken sword and his face severely distorted. As his chest burned with the pure Yang flames, he felt an unbearable pain!
As a Yin specter, physical pain was nothing to him, but the pain that came from one's soul was magnified several times over, making him feel like on the brink of collapse!
The swarthy youth turned his head with difficulty. His soul-based body seemed to turn into rust as it became extremely difficult to move.
"You…"
