While the green pillar of light bound Crimson Flame, thousands of fine threads, like countless long needles, split from the mirror raised by Immortal Eminence Hong Xi and stabbed into Crimson Flame's body.

Crimson Flame's black-and-red mottled form instantly began to flicker unsteadily, like a guttering candle in the wind.

With his sharp senses, Li Fan noticed that the green threads seemed to be drawing something out. Crimson Flame's form was slowly shrinking, Its aura steadily weakening.

Crimson Flame struggled fiercely to break free, but It was like an insect caught in a spider's web. The more It thrashed, the tighter the threads strangled It.

The massive green net locked Crimson Flame firmly in place.

Its wretched state stood in stark contrast to that of past lives, where even in its final defeat, this entity...