CLANG!
The Black Dragon Cloud Light struck the Primordial Yang Ruler, letting out a clear, pleasant ring. A circle of firelight rapidly spread, sweeping across the sky and forcing the spectating Cultivators to use their Divine Techniques to block the aftershock.
Behind Mu Xuanyu, the faint image of a Flame Divine Spirit quietly appeared.
The Divine Spirit chanted an arcane incantation that echoed through the void.
Fang Cheng felt an immense force recoil against him, nearly knocking the Cloud-Riding Staff from his grasp.
He frowned, his expression turning grave as he looked toward the phantom Flame Divine Spirit behind the beautiful woman.
The Flame Divine Spirit was majestic and solemn. A circle of golden flame condensed into a wheel behind its head, the fire within automatically forming all sorts of profound, ever-changing patterns.
