Roar!
A furious roar rang out. A vast expanse of blue spiritual light erupted from within the Golden Flame, and as though it had encountered its natural bane, the Golden Flame swiftly extinguished, vanishing without a trace.
"How is that possible?!"
Li Jiong stared in disbelief. The Gold Radiance Spirit Fire released by the Golden Crow Pouch was even more formidable than the nascent flame of a Nascent Soul Cultivator. With this treasure, Li Jiong had slain several Demon Race cultivators in the Nascent Soul Realm.
A flash of white light revealed Shi Po's figure.
The surface of the Golden Net was coated in a layer of blue ice, its spiritual radiance dim.
The four Golden Arrows were likewise sealed within blue ice, unable to move.
Shi Po's aura was somewhat weakened, and parts of his body were scorched black.
He seized the frozen Golden Net with both hands and tore hard. With a ripping sound, the Golden Net was torn to shreds.
Shi Po slapped his chest with both hands. Dense white fur shot forth, blurring before transforming into thousands of half-zhang-long white ice blades that flew toward Wang Changsheng and the others.
At the same time, a vast white soundwave swept out. Wherever it passed, ripples spread through the void, as though space might tear apart at any moment.
A trace of irritation flashed through Li Jiong's eyes. He opened his mouth and spat out a streak of Golden Light—a small mirror with flowing golden radiance. Its edges were engraved with flame patterns, while its reverse bore the image of a three-headed Golden Crow.
He struck the Golden Mirror with a Hand Seal. The three-headed Golden Crow seemed to come alive, letting out several strange caws as a mass of Golden Flame flew forth and transformed into golden