In an instant, raging flames surged forward.
But what came rushing forth was a chilling cold that seemed to pierce to the bone, like a frigid wind from the Nine Nether Hell, sending shivers down one's spine.
Lin Ya's eyes were instantly filled with a frantic madness.
In his eyes, Lin Mo was nothing but a useless waste, completely unworthy of comparison to himself.
He believed that it was merely a moment of his own carelessness that had led to being at a disadvantage earlier.
At this moment, his heart was filled with intense murderous intent, thinking that by using this mysterious Netherworld Fire, he could surely burn the opponent to ashes.
"Well, this is more like it." Xu Wendong's mouth curled into a mocking arc.
He knew well that although Lin Ya was at the Eighth Layer of the Soul Condensing Realm, with considerable strength, he was insignificant before him, a powerhouse at the First Level of the Soul Transformation Realm.
