Crimson Mysterious Sky, dragons were rolling, the scarlet dyed the heavens and earth, yet did not cause Xiao Ziyu to flinch.
Heaven knows how much agony the Fla King of Longzhou endured these days, a task as simple as escorting the clan into the Spirit Realm, considering himself the secret weapon to turn the tables, how did he beco the core for the Xiao family’s revival?
Just based on the Evil King Palace and those families of Longzhou, they dare to call for the extermination of the Longxi Alliance?
Based! On! What!
The rage suppressed for years exploded under the assault of these flaming dragons, with an unrelenting madness in the face illuminated by the red glow.
With just these shrimp soldiers and crab generals, you dare to provoke the tiger!?
[Infernal Fla Revealed, Fire Dragon Guide]
With his red hair flying, Xiao Ziyu opened his mouth to spew dozens of wobbling orange flas, making tens of apocalyptic flaming dragons spiral and retreat.
The Spirit Art of double qualitative transformation peak, already beyond the control of Wushen Mountain’s lower courtyard disciples’ limit, with only a bit of guidance from Xiao Ziyu, bearing both innate Fire Spirit body and Fire God’s dual bloodlines, he seized control of several flaming dragons as if manipulating his own limbs.
Chaotic and aimless troops beca disciplined elite soldiers, clusters of alien fire not only seized control from the dragons but amplified Wushen Mountain’s second assault.
The flaming dragons breaking through three qualitative transformations in Xiao Ziyu hand are obedient as dosticated hounds.
Seeing the unfavorable situation, the twelve true disciples dared not face such an assault, fleeing like birds and beasts, leaving the lower courtyard disciples, who had been preparing for half the day and exhausted most of their Spiritual Power, suffering a backlash from the empowered flaming dragons; the violent explosions made the mysterious sky seem torn apart and trembling.
In the blazing fiery ring, warriors of the Fierce Realm were fragile like spider webs, reduced to ash and falling softly under the fla’s touch.
Eight flas of diverse colors erged from behind Xiao Ziyu, coiling around his drive, limbs, forming an unending Fire Armor.
That outbound fiery ring, upon nearing the Fla King, beca as docile as a nagging wife without temperant.
Covered in alien fire Divine Armor, Xiao Ziyu ascended into the wind, glaring at the true disciples of Wushen Mountain amidst the fiery ring, shouted hysterically: "Co on, isn’t it you who wants to kill !?"
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Warriors are feared because they possess the ability to break the balance at any mont.
A thousand years of stable city-states can turn desolate crimson with a discontented heart from one Fierce Realm warrior.
The power to move mountains and alter rivers is no vain boast of the faint-hearted but an objective description of the ferocity of twice-transformative Spiritual Power.
Given the ongoing battle scale in Chengzhou now, if it occurred in populous places like Zhongzhou or South Heaven, unimaginable human calamity ensues.
But at Chengzhou’s depths, it rely disturbs a few city-states at best.
Truth be told, if given a choice, these families would avoid involvent; like a re mortal witnessing a volcanic eruption or raging tsunami from afar, there’s no reason to race into it.
But this ti, they had to, for Chengzhou was weak; during the Diancang Mountain battle, the Void Grandmaster nearly broke Chengzhou warriors’ backbone, and the decline of Ning and Mo families worsened Chengzhou’s vulnerability.
Decay breeds chaos, stray practitioners breach the Fierce Realm believing they can stake a claim in Chengzhou, dosticated tribes abruptly declare independence, alliances arising randomly hailing themselves the Great Commander of Chengzhou, even Superior Heavenly Sect from Zhongzhou claims to preach.
Amidst this chaos, every fierce battle could alter the current balance, especially such intensity.
Freelancers may bury their heads like ostriches pretending oblivion, only needing to adopt what cos last.
But family clans cannot; they must keenly discern Chengzhou’s currents and, like weathervanes, choose whom to follow.
Therefore, despite the battlefield invoking fear, they must go.
Yet Mo Yuju couldn’t fathom which two forces in Chengzhou could battle so fiercely, gazing at the mysterious sky’s blaze as though it might incinerate the heavens.
With anxious hearts, the old man and Wind dia approached the scorched battlefield.
Originally verdant woodlands beca indistinct amidst the charred landscape, lush greens degraded to withered coal mountains, with wood only emitting wisps of smoke, and pits across the ground, rocks lted into lava, bubbling and emitting acrid fus.
This place to a common person is a near-deadland, which side-shows the intensity of the recent battle.
And observing the battlefield’s aftermath, Mo Yuju made a rough judgnt; likely, Wushen Mountain’s lower courtyard intervened.
Chengzhou’s individual clans are unhappy with the duo priests arriving from Zhongzhou, but what does displeasure an when no one can halt Superior Heavenly Sect’s intent?
It’s uncertain who provoked Zhu Liu and Zhu Jiang’s fury to turn several mountains into black deadlands.
Gazing at the desolation left, Mo Yuju couldn’t suppress his sorrow; this audacious action of Wushen Mountain’s lower courtyard exposed ambitions clearly, worry consud him thinking of such ferocious assault reaching the city.
Ignoring remaining heat toxicity, Chengzhou’s leading figures searched between mountains, hoping to uncover the attacked’s identity from remnants of Spirit Armor and weapons, so traces perhaps.
But casting one’s gaze, all was lted by the infernal blaze, nothing resembling trace remains.
Nearing the battlefield’s center, the ground’s temperature rose higher, those Wind dia trailing him faltered, unable to bear the heat, rely watching after the family head’s back.
A few more miles toward the core, scorched earth akin to fuel, boiling rock water at all angles, the insidious smoke and gas blinding his view seed concretely opaque.
Just when Mo Yuju considered withdrawing, faint cries for help and Spiritual Power fluctuations broke through.
Chengzhou’s leader displayed glee, his palms parted the wind, speeding towards the sound source, seeing a survivor to shed light on the battle’s cause was crucial.
Body like lightning in poisonous mist, in a flash he arrived beside the weak supplicant, only to enter icy chill.
Having t before, Wushen Mountain’s true disciple Zhu Huolong lay on the ground, half consud by two alien flas, one red, one white.
The red fla had scorched Zhu Huolong’s left shoulder, even the primal fire elental ancestor totem on his chest mostly burned away.
The white fla relished infiltrating his body, whenever Zhu Huolong condensed so Spiritual Power, a hole opened on his form.
Anyone could see Zhu Huolong’s death was a re temporal matter, yet he held on through sheer willpower.
Upon seeing Mo Yuju, survival ignited in Zhu Huolong’s eyes, he desperately called: "Mr. Mo, save !"
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