The iron bullet forged by the Hundred-refined Steel from the Firearms Bureau embedded into the Fire Wall, hovering in mid-air, spinning wildly at high speed, yet unable to advance even an inch. It was quickly lted by the high temperature into black iron liquid.
"Firearms... just superficial tricks." Prince Heng sneered, showing disdain for the Divine chanism Camp soldiers outside. He raised his fla-covered right hand, and with a whoosh, a blazing fla burst from his palm, coalescing into a long saber with a blue-white heart and bright yellow outer flas.
From the narrow blade, strands of fla continually dripped and fused into the sea of fire upon landing, leaving behind only a wisp of lingering white smoke.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
Holding the long fla saber, Prince Heng swung, releasing Sword Energy several feet long, extinguishing every bit of Sword Energy Zhao Douan unleashed.
At that mont, the Fire Wall obstructing the bullets was abruptly cleaved, and Zhao Douan darted out from the crack, swift as lightning, shaking off flas from the Chasing Saber, colliding instantly with Prince Heng’s long saber.
The mysterious Chasing Saber contended with the fla saber for half a breath before the latter shattered, along with Prince Heng’s waist being cleaved in half by Zhao Douan in one strike.
Yet he felt no relief, for the bisected Prince Heng wore a smile, disintegrating into countless sparks, vanishing.
Behind Zhao Douan, several ters away, a burst of flas erupted in the sea of fire, and Prince Heng erged unscathed, his expression arrogant: "From the mont you stepped within ten ters of , your life and death are beyond your control."
Simultaneously with his words, Prince Heng ruthlessly flung the saber in his hand!
"Boom——"
Zhao Douan hurriedly turned, wielding the Chasing Saber with both hands, slicing the thrown saber into two pieces. The shattered saber then exploded into a cluster of scorching bright yellow flas!
Amidst the deafening sound, Zhao Douan was struck as if by artillery, sent flying backward, while the sea of fire beneath their feet followed him, preventing him from leaving the area.
"Don’t waste your efforts, you can’t escape." Prince Heng laughed triumphantly, standing in the sea of fire as if he were a divine ruler of the world.
He continuously grasped fla spears with both hands, throwing them at Zhao Douan. The spears exploded, creating small mushroom clouds.
Prince Heng watched Zhao Douan flee in distress under the bombardnts, laughing madly: "Did you truly think you’ve cornered ? How can you be certain that my solo escape from the camp wasn’t a deliberate lure? If I truly wanted to flee, why not use the faster warhorse and instead choose a carriage?"
Prince Heng was confident in his victory, relying on the Red Fla Saint Armor, unleashing Magic derived from the Fire God relentlessly.
anwhile, he spewed trash talk, fully taunting, to draw Zhao Douan into a direct confrontation with him.
However, Zhao Douan ignored his words, rely evading the bombardnts around the fire’s edge, eyes calmly observing.
Soon coming to a conclusion:
"Prince Heng’s true form is none of those I’ve seen. He’s using Fire Escape, hidden sowhere within this sea of fire."
"Before the Mana of this Half-body Armor is depleted, I can’t find him, nor can I break this sea of fire, and these flas are continuously consuming my Inner Strength, even scorching my Divine Soul!"
Zhao Douan could distinctly sense, the consumption speed of Gang Qi was alarming, Inner Strength burning like a candle, gradually diminishing.
Amidst the scorching air inflaming his nose and mouth, the Green Lotus in his Sea of Consciousness, alongside the leaf obtained from Master Gu Huo, sustained his ntal clarity.
At this rate, he wouldn’t be able to escape, facing being burned alive here!
Where did such a buggy Suppressing Object co from? It’s entirely unreasonable!
With frustration cursing in his heart, Zhao Douan suddenly halted, coldly speaking to Prince Heng: "Gongshu Tianyuan once told , breaking a Suppressing Object is simple, you just need to shut down the Magic Artifact itself, so, as long as I can find your hidden true form, this formation will collapse itself."
As he spoke, Zhao Douan’s official robe abruptly turned dark red, hair cascading down. One of his eyes turned pure silver, the other remaining clear. His aura instantly transford, a touch of feminine softness rging with his masculine presence.
"Senior Pei, I need your assistance." Zhao Douan murmured softly to himself.
Releasing control of his body, simultaneously, Zhao Douan’s silver pupil revealed an eerie cold light, lifting the borrowed arm to hold up a dark ancient seal.
Before everyone’s gaze, the Mystic Turtle Seal slowly spun.
"Water God, descend!"
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Experienced heartbreak, damn it, got rejected the day before New Year’s Eve, can’t celebrate this year properly.
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