The longsword, blazing with a ghostly green flame, cleaved through the air, and the unsuspecting pursuers were thrown into chaos under its strike. It wasn't just the death of one person that disturbed them—all the more because the flame on the sword exploded on impact.
That eerie green fire was like a festering growth on bone, and once it clung to them, they felt their life force fueling the flames, which grew rapidly in strength.
Having scored a hit, Zheng Yichen paid no heed to the pursuers who were set ablaze; he swung his weapon, and the burning flames lashed out like a whip at the chasers who had not been hit by the explosion.
In less than two seconds, the number of pursuers was halved, all transformed into human torches.