After all, this person was already a corpse in her eyes.
The woman rolled back and forth on the floor. Her face and skin were completely mutilated.
She touched her face in shock while wrapped up in those black flames. However, this touch set her nose and eyebrows on fire, subjecting her face to extreme pain.
The intensity of the fire on her face was much weaker than the rest of her body. It was like boiling a frog slowly in warm water. It kept singing her face, but did not turn her face into charcoal.
"Ah, ahhh!" The woman rolled about haphazardly. The people who happened to be in her way merely took a step backwards.
They just watched her lone performance of rolling about the floor.
Qiao Mu was speechless. She suddenly scattered a stream of snow pellets around that woman.
Once the snow pellets came into contact with the sacred fire, the layer of black fire enveloping the woman quickly and obediently died down.
