FWOOSH!
Pure Yang Fire landed on the flesh mountain, burning gaping holes through the billowing black smoke.
Nearby, the smiling expressions on the human faces instantly turned ferocious. They shrieked mournfully and cursed as they surged towards the flames. The moment they touched the true flame, the faces were incinerated, leaving not even ashes behind.
However, the Pure Yang Fire, which could originally burn all things as if they were fuel, diminished slightly in intensity. As the faces dissipated, a sliver of its power was invisibly carried away.
With the faces continuously sacrificing themselves, it wasn't long before the true flame was completely extinguished, and the holes on the flesh mountain rapidly regenerated.
Shen Mo ceased channeling his Skill, his expression somewhat grim.
Activating the Pure Yang Pupil did not consume the True Yuan in his body, but it placed an immense burden on his soul, meaning it couldn't be used indefinitely.
