"Yan Chixia, you can't get out of this abyss either. You're going to die soon."
However, before he could finish his sentence, he looked at the figure in front of him in shock as if he had seen a ghost.
Jiang Ming slowly walked in front of Tian Xunchuan and stopped circulating the Burning Spirit Scripture. The flames and light fog on his body also subsided, and he did not look like he was burned by the backlash.
"What are you barking at?" he asked with a faint smile.
"H-how is this possible?" Tian Xunchuan was bleeding from his nose and mouth. He could not believe what he was seeing.
However, he did not have time to think anymore. His eyes widened in anger, and his life force was exhausted. His body was gradually submerged in blood, and he stopped moving.
Jiang Ming did not hesitate to step on its head and crush it. After confirming that there was no possibility of resurrection, he was relieved. He healed the physical injuries on his body.