Chapter 218
Meanwhile, not far from the camp, the pursuing Huoliao Temple disciple lay dead on the ground.
His body showed almost no external wounds except a dried blood hole visible at his lower back.
Yet a sweep with divine awareness revealed everything beneath his flesh had turned to ash.
His shriveled face still bore a twisted expression of rage and bitter resentment in death.
The "Flame Prison" Spirit Projection technique he cultivated possessed overwhelming might—even Yang Lingrui’s yellow wind couldn’t penetrate its scorching barrier.
Under normal circumstances, Yang Lingrui would’ve only fled from such an opponent.
But the disciple’s arrogance created an opening.
Yang Lingrui lured him to this location where Zi He, concealed beyond magical detection range, launched a full-powered arrow strike.
The projectile tore through the red fire projection in an instant, piercing the man’s lower back with a bone-deep wound.