As a master at the peak of mystique venerable rank, Qin Liyang was more aware of fan Pingzhou's strength. He gritted his teeth and flew toward fan Pingzhou, throwing out a palm strike.
A layer of white nothingness appeared on his body in an instant, burning like a flame.
A small person that looked exactly like him but was several times smaller stood behind him. It was in the middle of the flames and was constantly melting.
"Burn your origin soul!" Although the time she had spent with Qin Liyang was not long and she did not have a good impression of him before, Ling Chuxi still felt a wave of sadness in her heart at this time.
Unlike burning one's blood essence that would lead to exhaustion and even damage to one's spirit root, burning one's primordial spirit could increase one's strength by a greater extent, but the consequences were more serious, or perhaps more tragic.