That was not fire, it was pure energy condensed, possessing unimaginable destructive power.
Even a Cultivator who came into contact with those pure energy flames would suffer severe injuries, it was unknown what method Qin Bing used to control such a mass of energy flames.
However, nobody would ask, because what Cross-border didn't harbor their own secrets?
Qin Bing's burning palm struck the old theatrical costume in an instant.
His seemingly light blow was enough to destroy everything in front of him, even a fierce ghost would be burned to ashes instantly upon touching these energy flames, leaving not even a trace of ash behind.
"Useless?"
Yet, the old theatrical costume remained intact, undestroyed. Instead, at the moment Qin Bing touched the old costume, a cold, bluish-black hand suddenly reached out from an indelible shadow within the costume and grasped Qin Bing's wrist.
This attack came abruptly, without any warning, and Qin Bing didn't even have time to react.