Wang Yue tapped off the ground with his toes, his body shooting toward Fireworking Peak like an arrow. Wind howled past his ears as the grass and trees along the way flew backward.
He had barely reached the foot of the mountain when he saw vast swathes of trees already engulfed in roaring flames. Crimson tongues of fire licked at the branches, thick smoke billowed skyward, and half the mountain had been dyed red.
Looking up, he saw the six-armed flame Daoist, seven or eight meters tall, striding slowly across the mountain. Each step made the rocks tremble faintly. The flames around its body surged ever fiercer with the circulation of its breath, its imposing aura so terrifying that even the air rippled with distortion.
All of a sudden, the flame Daoist opened its mouth and inhaled. The fire below swept upward like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, transforming into a crimson torrent that poured into its mouth. The raging blaze was instantly extinguished, leaving behind only charred grass and trees trailing wisps of smoke.
"So strong..."
Wang Yue was secretly astonished. Such power to remake heaven and earth—perhaps this was all it amounted to!
The flame Daoist swept its gaze around. When its eyes passed over Wang Yue at the foot of the mountain, they abruptly halted.
The next moment, a scorching force of suction appeared from nowhere, like an invisible giant hand that firmly seized Wang Yue and sent him flying straight toward the mountaintop.
Not far away, Yun Kaitian, who had just arrived at the mountainside, frowned at the sight. Strength surged beneath his feet as he hurried toward the summit, afraid that Zhu Chaoying might lose control just after condensing his Heavenly Diagram.
Wang Yue only saw light and shadows blur before his eyes.