But in the blink of an eye, the black flame seemed to switch, now emitting a bright yellow glow.
The next second, the tall man felt as if his very flesh and blood were a lit barrel of gasoline. With a WHOOSH, the flames burning on his body shot up half a meter high!
He was a Martial Artist skilled in using a variety of uncanny weapons. While it seemed like he had a myriad of tricks up his sleeve, his true, decisive combat strength ultimately relied on his physical body.
For that very reason, the moment the Bone and Flesh Fire landed on him, the inferno latched onto him like maggots clinging to bone.
In his panic, the tall man failed to control the flow of his own vitality. Instead, he foolishly resorted to a Martial Artist's subconscious habit, attempting to furiously circulate his vigorous lifeblood to break free from the equally bizarre, raging flames.
But what he didn't know was...
The Bone and Flesh Fire drew its Energy from flesh and blood.
