The Heavenly Ghost Flame, Part VII
The world was dyed in silver flames. Heat permeated every jin of the room.
Zhou Lihua burst from the flames that the Heavenly Ghost Flame attacked her with. Her skin was singed, but she was mostly unharmed. She dashed toward the Heavenly Ghost Flame and smacked it with her tessen. The attack was powerful enough that it rocketed backward, slammed into the wall, and bounced back.
She tried to smack it again, but it zipped around her and struck her in the back. Withholding a cry of pain, Zhou Lihua spun around, transforming her hair into a sharp weapon that stabbed the flames, though she was forced to retract it when her hair caught fire.
How much time had passed since this battle began? Zhou Lihua didn’t know. She fought without concern for the time. There was no time to even focus on such inane thoughts. All that mattered was defeating the Heavnely Ghost Flame, all she cared about was forcing it to submit.