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Chapter 2221: Chapter 815: Withering and Flourishing Divine Fire, Instantly Destroying the Enemy (Part 2)

He chose to run away after going all out!

Before leaving, he turned back and took a deep look in the direction wrapped in wind and frost, as if to remember Luo Chen deeply in his mind.

It was this look that made his pupils suddenly shrink.

The Green Mist Frost, cultivated for hundreds of years, gave him absolute confidence, capable of threatening any Mid-Nascent Soul Cultivator.

But at this moment, at the center of the storm, a white-robed man emerged, braving the icy wind and frost, step by step.

Walking with ease, so composed!

”Friend Shuang Yin, fleeing without fighting, you’re somewhat underestimating our sect!”

As the Dan Sect Master chuckled, his tightly clenched right hand slowly opened like a lotus flower.

At the same moment, Shuang Yin felt a harsh tug at his heart.

Looking down, a wisp of flame, bone-white in color, was chillingly rising from within him.

When did he fall for this move?

He had no time to ponder, only to watch helplessly as the originally splendid and soft green feathers lost their luster in the blink of an eye, turning lifeless and dull.

Not only that, but his once powerful wings became unbearably heavy, as if devoid of strength.

Meanwhile, the white flames continued to penetrate into his flesh, and even into the meridians and acupoints formed after his transformation, seeping through the Purple Mansion Barrier.

Once completely permeated, the consequence...

In an instant, Shuang Yin was terrified.

”Get out of me!”

From within his body, the Nascent Soul glared with anger, spitting out a great burst of Qi Power, transforming into Nascent Soul True Fire, attempting to expel the strange white flame that had unknowingly clung to him.

Yet those Nascent Soul True Fires, once tainted by the white flames, only intensified their burn.

The unbearable agony rendered Shuang Yin sluggish.

The massive body, unable to halt its descent.

At mid-air, a green light sphere emerged from the Flying Eagle’s body.

It cast one resentful glance at Luo Chen, flying towards a certain point in the void.

Swoosh!

The Flying Shuttle reappeared, enveloping it, and with a quivering hum, disappeared back into the void.

Luo Chen stood motionless, observing this scene, nodding slightly.

”Once struck by my Withering and Flourishing Divine Fire, it immediately detached its Nascent Soul, employing the gecko’s tail-breaking strategy, quite decisive!”

”But alas, it’s too late!”

Without any significant movement, he merely joined his index and middle fingers, pointing remotely at a place in the void.

Then his middle finger slightly bent.

Accompanied by a soft shout from his mouth.

”Capture!”

Buzz...

The next moment, within the void manifested a gigantic mouth!

Upon closer inspection, it was not a mouth but a Great Cauldron!

The Great Cauldron, dull gray and unremarkable, yet adorned with intricate patterns of birds, beasts, insects, fish, and mountains and seas, vividly lifelike as if destined to be so.

And the Flying Shuttle, at this moment like a fish caught in a net, panickedly darted within the cauldron’s mouth, attempting to flee.

But how can a fish leap out of an endless ocean.

”Stop struggling!”

Luo Chen smiled slightly, as black arcs of lightning suddenly burst within the Primordial Chaos Tripod.

Crack!

Snap!

Sizzle!

Sharp cries of agony kept emanating.

Vaguely, pleas for mercy could be heard.

”Spare my life, Friend!”

”I am willing to surrender, be your mount.”

”Such a cold heart, you will die a horrible death...”

The cries of agony gradually weakened.

When the arc of black lightning flickered away, a wisp of green smoke leisurely rose.

Only the Flying Shuttle remained, floating alone in the Primordial Chaos Tripod, bewildered and at a loss.

Thud!

On the ground, a giant Flying Eagle’s body suddenly plummeted.

Dozens of Demon Beasts, unable to evade, were directly crushed into meat patties.

Nearby creatures, whether human or Demon, all stopped, staring in fright at this scene.

The body, brimming with vitality, lacked any consciousness, unmistakably a soulless corpse.

A cultivator, dazed, murmured: ”A Demon Emperor has fallen!”

The fall of the Demon Emperor’s body seemed like a signal.

Countless Lower Order Demon Beasts, in panic, ebbed away like the tide.

All cultivators stood dumbfounded, gazing upwards into the Nine Heavens.

A figure, in white robe and high crown, descended slowly.

No dust clung to him, even his tied black hair was undisturbed.

His figure paused above Shuang Yin Demon Emperor’s corpse, silent, as if observing something.

All around, the sound of swallowing echoed clearly.

Subsequently, there was a timid: ”Lord Dan Sect.”

”Dan Sect” was already an honorific, the addition of ”Lord” further amplified the awe!

Luo Chen glanced at the person, nodding slightly.

The next moment, a deafening uproar erupted.

”Lord Dan Sect, vanquish the enemy, annihilate the demon!”

”The beast tide retreats, a great victory, a great victory!”

Amidst the cheers, a beautiful figure gracefully floated down from the city walls, landing beside Luo Chen.

She couldn’t help but glance at the smoldering corpse, resembling a small mountain, filled with the savory aroma of meat.

Gulp!

”Friend Luo, you killed him?”

”Hmm.”

The Second Palace Master of Fenghua Palace’s red lips parted slightly, a look of disbelief on her face.

From the time one person and one demon went to war in the heavens, how long had it really been?

At most, it hadn’t even been a cup of tea’s time, right!

And just like that, a generation of Demon Emperor perished so easily?

And that was a Demon Emperor of Nascent Soul Third Layer Realm!

Moreover, judging from the body, it was also of the eagle-bird type of Flying Beasts, best known for speed.

Such an existence, even if defeated, could have fled, how did it end up leaving its very body behind.

But the truth was laid bare before her, she could not help but believe.

The Second Palace Master asked with a hint of hope: ”Did its Nascent Soul manage to escape?”

”Unfortunately, this demon’s luck ran out, encountering me, Luo.”

Luo Chen played around with something that resembled a weaving shuttle in his hand, speaking in a calm tone, as if having done something insignificant.