Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
The whip engulfed in ghost flames was lashed into the sky, as if a ghastly centipede was rising in the fortress. When the centipede slammed heavily back to the ground, the dark blue flames split in half and spread rapidly.
Mo Fan backed away, his shadow weaving through the flames. The flames were grabbing at him like hands, but after Mo Fan was Possessed by the Elder of the Shadow Tribe, he was able to fly around with the Fleeing Shadow. The centipede whip was leaving sparkles across the air, but it could not hit Mo Fan.
Mo Fan's moves were based on the Elder of the Shadow Tribe's capabilities. He felt like the moves were carved into his mind through the connection between him and the Elder of the Shadow Tribe via the Dark Vein. The skills were oddly familiar to him.
"Sandstorm Demon Saber!"
Ah, wealthy young masters. 'I shall win with money' works in so many circumstances.
And then there's Mo Fan...