"Ah! Damn it! What kind of flame is this?" Amidst the dazzling, silver-metallic-lustored flames, Protector Mo bounded up and down, letting out a series of shrill, miserable screams.
The taste of having one's soul refined by the Gengjin Flame was far from pleasant.
Already severely injured, Protector Mo found his wounds compounding upon wounds. His soul had become almost completely transparent, and at this rate, it looked as though it could dissipate into a wisp of ethereal blue smoke at any moment.
Chapter 115