In an instant, a large swath of scorching flames was absorbed by Ya Zi's hands, transforming into a wisp of fire in her palm.
She raised her hand and struck towards Xiao Yan from a distance, stirring up a ripple visible to the naked eye in the air.
Xiao Yan wanted to dodge but it was too late, a palm print appeared on her chest, and she collapsed onto the ground.
Two cultists rushed forward and held her down from both sides.
Ya Zi walked forward slowly, gently blew out the flame in her hand, and looked down at Xiao Yan: "You really know how to run, but this ends here."
Xiao Yan glared at her angrily. If it weren't for the fact that she and Han Li had been chased for three days and nights without rest, nearly exhausted, she wouldn't have been defeated so easily.
"Remember not to oppose our cult in your next life."
Ya Zi reached out to press on Xiao Yan's chest, ready to sever her heart vein with a burst of palm power.