Chapter 362: Purification and Eradication, the Mysterious Red-Robed Man!
"Prison of Space!"
With a low cry in his heart, Lin Fan instantly summoned the power of space. The surrounding area warped and distorted, forming an invisible silver prison that sealed all eighteen withered corpses within it.
ROAR!
Trapped inside the spatial prison, the corpses howled like wild beasts. The black flames burning on their bodies surged outward, trying to incinerate the space around them.
Zzzzt! Zzzzt!
The black flames were extremely fierce, distorting the space itself, as if they were about to burn open spatial cracks.
Seeing this, Lin Fan reinforced the prison with more space energy.
Then, his figure appeared in the air above the eighteen corpses. His hands rapidly formed seals, and soon a mystical sigil radiating soft white light appeared in front of his chest.
"Purify!"
With a thought, the mystical sigil shot down toward the eighteen withered corpses, splitting midair into eighteen individual runes of glowing white light.
Whoosh whoosh!
Each rune tore through the air like a blade, aiming precisely at each of the eighteen corpses.
This was none other than the Purification Power of the Ancestral Stone that Lin Fan had once won by chance—an ability specially tailored to purify demonic and evil entities like the Yi Mo.
ROAR!
Sensing the incoming sigils, the corpses roared, their cries echoing through the ruins—with a trace of fear buried in their fury.
They struggled violently, black flames erupting wildly in an attempt to burn through the spatial prison and escape.
But it was all in vain.
In the blink of an eye, the eighteen white sigils landed squarely on the foreheads of the corpses engulfed in black flame.
At the moment of contact, their frantic movements froze. Waves of gentle yet strange white light flowed into their bodies.
Under this purifying light, the demonic black flames were extinguished at an astonishing rate.
Nearby, Lin Dong and Mu Lingshan both sighed in relief at the sight.
"How does he have that power?"
In Lin Dong's mind, the voice of Yan, the spirit of the Ancestral Stone, sounded in surprise.
That purifying power—it was supposed to be unique to Yan.
"What's wrong?" Lin Dong asked mentally, noticing the spirit's reaction.
Yan hesitated. "Lin Fan is actually using my ability… And he has spatial power, too."
Lin Dong responded, "You've seen how strong he is already."
Yan fell silent, a strange idea forming in his mind.
Could Lin Fan be the reincarnation of the Symbol Ancestor?
He could use Devouring Power, Spatial Power, Lightning Power, Flame Power—and now even the Purification Power of the Ancestral Stone. Other than the original Symbol Ancestor, who else could do that?
Unaware of Yan's suspicions, Lin Fan remained focused as the Yi Mo energy within the eighteen corpses quickly faded under the purifying force.
Then, with a flick of his fingers, Lin Fan unleashed countless silver spatial blades that rained down like a storm on the now vulnerable corpses.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Devoid of their demonic energy, the corpses lost their defenses. Under the flurry of spatial blades, they were quickly shredded into dust and ash.
Left behind in their places were eighteen pitch-black pills, spinning slowly. Waves of deathly energy radiated from them.
That was the aura of death.
"Death Cores!" Lin Dong's eyes lit up with excitement as he spotted the pills, his voice trembling slightly.
Lin Fan, however, remained calm. He already had quite a few Death Cores, and these eighteen didn't excite him much.
Still, a small gain was a gain nonetheless. With a casual wave of his hand, Lin Fan collected all the pills into his pouch.
After securing the loot, he moved back to join Lin Dong and Mu Lingshan.
"Wow! Big Brother Lin Fan, you're amazing!"
Mu Lingshan looked at him with sparkling eyes. She clearly understood how terrifying those eighteen corpses were.
Even with the Life-Death Coffin Lid in her hands, she wouldn't have stood a chance. But Lin Fan had cleaned them up in less than ten minutes. Her heart swelled with admiration.
"Heh, impressive indeed… To actually erase Yi Mo energy…"
Just then, a voice filled with praise and amusement rang out nearby.
The sudden voice made both Lin Dong and Mu Lingshan tense up, immediately going on alert.
Lin Fan's brow arched slightly as he turned toward the source.
On the crown of a nearby large tree, a figure cloaked entirely in red robes sat cross-legged, lightly clapping his hands with a hint of surprise in his tone.
"Who are you?" Lin Fan asked calmly, his gaze sharp.
Though he posed the question, he already had a suspicion.
If he wasn't mistaken, this red-robed man was none other than the infamous master of the Flame God Temple in the Devil Chaos Sea—Mo Luo.
He was also the current holder of the Flame Ancestral Symbol.
Back in the Heavenly Wind Sea Region, people had even mistaken Lin Fan as Mo Luo's disciple.
Beside Lin Fan, Lin Dong and Mu Lingshan remained on edge. Yuan Power surged through their meridians, their bodies tense like predators ready to pounce.
"Hehe, no need to be so tense. I'm not your enemy," the red-robed man chuckled softly.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a petite figure appeared behind the red-robed man and swung the Life-Death Coffin Lid down toward his head with all her strength.
Buzz!
As the lid swung, a wave of black energy rippled outward, filled with concentrated death aura.
"Heh…"
Still seated cross-legged, the red-robed man didn't even glance back. As the coffin lid was about to strike, a laugh emerged from under the robes.
At that moment, red flames surged around his body, forming a blazing arc of fire behind him.
BOOM!
The coffin lid, brimming with death energy, slammed into the arc of flame. A deep thud echoed out.
But shockingly, the flame arc didn't even waver under the full-force strike. It absorbed the blow effortlessly, as if the attack meant nothing.
BANG!
After withstanding the blow, the arc of fire suddenly pulsed violently, and a tidal wave of energy burst forth with overwhelming force.
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