Bai Xiaochun was quite pleased by all the looks of shock among the crowd that surrounded him. However, he didn’t allow any hint of that to show on his face, and in fact, pretended as if he couldn’t care less about what was going on.

After glancing at the tongue of flame in his palm, he looked up at the shocked Li Feng and said, “If ten-colored flame isn’t sufficient, well then... how about eleven-colored flame?!”

In response, the savages of the Blackmountain Tribe erupted into wild cheering, and the two soul cultivators let out shouts of surprise.

“Eleven-colored flame.... Only terrestrial necromancers can conjure that! No wonder....”

Zhou Yixing gasped, and up in the air, Li Feng was trembling.

Before any of them could say anything, Bai Xiaochun’s eyes glittered with profound light. The time had come to test out whether his previous analysis was correct or not. He sent some divine sense into the soulhoarding...