At the very instant the old man lost his breath, countless rush fires ignited from within his body, using his flesh and True Qi as fuel, ready to turn everything into ashes.
But this time, they couldn't complete their task.
With a raise of the young boy's hand, the sparks emanating from the corpse suddenly stopped, as if frozen. The next moment, they obediently flew out, rushing into the boy's palm.
The burning ceased as if by an edict. Although part of the old man's corpse had already turned to charcoal, it was, after all, preserved.
Not until the last trace of flame burrowed into his palm, did all the high temperatures in the field vanished without a trace. Pei Ye slowly lowered his hand.
From within his belly came the calm voice of the black cat, "No, what does it have to do with you?"
All the manipulation related to fire was done by it through the young boy's half-cocoon formed by blood in his Dantian, the boy himself still lacks the ability to manipulate this organ.