"Humans, you disturbed My King's slumber. Are you ready to face the painful price?"
Inside the magma space, the Fentian Spirit Fire's pair of blazing eyes stared fixedly at Mo Yu and Xiao Yan as he spoke in a deep voice.
Seeing the Fentian Spirit Fire transformed into human form, Mo Yu's eyes narrowed slightly. Although the Fentian Spirit Fire was only one grade higher than the Heavenly Sacred Ancestral Thunder, whether in intelligence or strength, he seemed to be far beyond it in every aspect.
"Cousin Xiao Yan, it seems your appetite is truly enormous." Mo Yu glanced at Xiao Yan beside him and chuckled.
"I didn't expect this Fentian Spirit Fire to be so troublesome either. No wonder there have been so few strong people in the Great Thousand World who have tried to take it on over the years." Xiao Yan scratched his head and laughed awkwardly.
"How about we withdraw for now and come back to try again after our strength has grown?"
"Hehe, we're already here. Let's brothers work together and take down this Fentian Spirit Fire." Mo Yu shook his head.
Although the Fentian Spirit Fire was comparable to a Mid Immortal Grade expert, it was nothing special to Mo Yu. After all, even Huang Yin had been defeated by him.
"Mm, then I'll have to trouble you, Cousin Mo Yu." Xiao Yan did not waste any more words. The two of them had grown up together and had long been in perfect understanding, so there was no need to say more.
"It seems your target is me." At this moment, after hearing Mo Yu and Xiao Yan's conversation, the Fentian Spirit Fire understood their intentions. A cold smile then appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Just two Spirit Grade Heavenly Sovereigns. Who