"I don't know if you're afraid of fire."

Suddenly struck by a whimsical thought, Han Yu took a deep breath, puffing out his chest, and then exhaled violently.

"Go!"

With a wide-open mouth, a torrent of fierce flames surged forward furiously towards the opponent.

The blazing fire roared, sweeping forward so swiftly that Black Robe had no time to react.

A scorching heat surged in, enveloping Black Robe entirely in a sea of flames.

Amid the fiery sea, a figure could be seen moving around constantly, occasionally emitting cries of agony.

When the flames died down, Black Robe no longer looked anything like before. Now, most of the robes were destroyed, with the sleeves entirely burned away, revealing two charred arms.

As for the hood, it was burned to ashes.

Curiously, Han Yu raised his eyes, wondering what someone hiding so much would look like.

But when Black Robe looked up, there was only a head of white hair, and the face...

It shouldn't be called a face; it was more like a mass of rotten flesh. The entire face was deformed except for the intact eyes.

The nose had collapsed, and the lips were crooked to one side. What kind of trauma must one endure to end up like this?

"This guy, even his own mother probably wouldn't recognize him."

Han Yu couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"The wounds are too deliberate; he doesn't want to be recognized."

The man who had been standing by in a daze finally snapped out of it, stepping forward to stand beside Han Yu, speaking in a low voice.

Corpse Refinement?

Han Yu knew the sole secret of Black Robe was corpse refinement. Could it be related to this?

Is that really it?

"He's going to run!"

The man suddenly exclaimed, alerting.

Of course he's going to run! Even if Black Robe found it unbelievable, he had to admit that within a short time, Han Yu had not only improved at an astonishing rate but was even able to easily defeat him.

As Black Robe turned and shot off into the air like an arrow, several miles away, Han Yu squinted his eyes and darted out, with a dull sound booming behind him, a heatwave almost toppling the middle-aged man.

In less than twenty breaths, Han Yu had caught up, waving his hand as dozens of palm-sized Fire Lotuses floated from his body, encircling Black Robe completely.

The figure of Black Robe trembled, hurriedly summoning the round bracelet to crazily knock away those Fire Lotuses, but to his surprise, each Fire Lotus merely wavered when hit and then restored itself.

"How is this possible?"

Black Robe was incredulous; the opponent's level of divine techniques was far beyond his.

While his thoughts were in chaos, the Fire Lotuses exploded one by one, the firelight flaring up with intense waves that engulfed him instantly.

A moment later, the shadow dropped heavily from the sky and plummeted to the ground fiercely.

Not dead yet?

Han Yu focused, seeing that the black shadow still had a faint movement, ready to strike again.

"Friend, spare a life!"

A hurried cry came, the middle-aged man with an anxious look breaking through the air, quickly arriving beside Han Yu, pointing at the half-dead Black Robe below, speaking hurriedly.

"This person has significant ties to the long-hidden Corpse Refining Lineage. Now, the remnants of the corpse refiners have revealed themselves here multiple times. Could you spare his life for me to interrogate?"

Is the Corpse Refining Sect bold enough to come here?

Han Yu looked surprised. Back when he was in Shuzhou Prefecture, wasn't he just facing a group of minor sects?

Otherwise, they wouldn't have been held back by ordinary people for so many days.

Can they now wreak havoc in the Northern Border? Have they developed that quickly?

"Watch out!"

The voice came from the Sea of Consciousness, and Han Yu quickly turned around.

Black Robe had quietly gotten up, pulling out a small porcelain bottle covered in talismans from his chest and throwing it over after casting a cold glance.

Not daring to be careless, Han Yu immediately threw a flame over, shattering the porcelain bottle.

"Prepare to die!"

Black Robe laughed eerily as he saw the bottle shattered.

"Watch out for the black gas!"

Glass shouted anxiously from the Sea of Consciousness.

Black gas?

What black gas?

Where's the black gas?

Just as puzzled, a wisp of black gas suddenly burst from the flames Han Yu threw, flying rapidly as if it had a will, seemingly targeting him, darting towards him instantly.

By the time Han Yu reacted, the black gas had already wrapped around him, sinking into his body.

"What is this thing?"

Han Yu quickly asked out to the Sea of Consciousness.

Glass, with a grave expression, responded solemnly.

"I don't know what it is, but I can sense an extremely hateful resentment."

"Haha! Prepare to die!"

Black Robe laughed hoarsely again, attempting to flee again.

How could Han Yu let him go? Waving his hand, he was ready to strike when a thunderous sound erupted from the clouds above.

The clouds in the sky whirled like a rising storm; in an instant, the white clouds disappeared, and dark clouds gathered, with lightning flickering within the thick clouds.

Dang! This setup was all too familiar to Han Yu.

Tribulation thunder!

This wretched thing's porcelain bottle can draw tribulation thunder!

Crash! Several bolts of lightning struck from the sky.

Han Yu hurriedly dodged in a flash, and as the attack missed, the thunderclouds gathered strength, and a thicker bolt of thunder descended again.

The force was astonishing, carrying the might of a thousand jun.

"Move away!"

Han Yu shouted loudly, yelling at the man.

The man, shocked and aghast, heard this, his expression solemn as he quickly retreated a certain distance.

"What should I do? This thing won't stop."

Han Yu dodged while continuously communicating with the Sea of Consciousness.

Glass was at a loss too, pondering for a moment before speaking with a gloomy expression.

"The tribulation thunder is targeting that resentment. The resentment has attached to you. You might try letting the tribulation thunder strike you once; if it scatters the resentment, it should disappear."

Deliberately letting oneself be struck by lightning?

Han Yu hesitated.

"Don't hesitate anymore, the longer you evade, the stronger that wretched thing gets. Try while the intensity isn't lethal yet."

Glass jumped and shouted anxiously.

Han Yu's face darkened. Damn it, next time we meet, be ready to take medicine daily!

With this thought, he looked up at the clouds. By now, the lightning was as thick as a bowl, just about to strike down.

This time, Han Yu remained unmoved, letting it hit.

"Get out of the way!"

The man in the distance watched with a thrill, shouting hoarsely.

Boom!

The lightning struck Han Yu, instantly glaring with intense white light, countless currents surging wildly around his body.

Three sensations of sourness, pain, and numbness came simultaneously, as if being executed, Han Yu's teeth chattered uncontrollably, and his limbs flailed wildly.

As Han Yu closed his eyes, the last thought was, I absolutely must not wet myself...

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