Gongsun Yang flipped his hand and took out a pale golden folding fan. It radiated an intense wave of fire spirit energy. It was a Spirit Treasure.
With a light wave of his hand, countless golden talismans lit up across the surface of the golden folding fan. A golden flame swept out, carrying a heaven-shaking wave of heat as it struck Zhao Shengkai.
Rumble!
A deafening boom rang out, and rolling flames engulfed Zhao Shengkai's figure.
In the next moment, a pair of pitch-black claws reached out and clawed at the golden light barrier.
With a muffled boom, the golden light barrier suddenly shattered. Zhao Shengkai's claws struck Gongsun Yang in the back, producing a muffled sound as sparks flew in all directions.
Gongsun Yang wore a red-glowing inner armor. Several obvious scratches marred its surface. He broke out in a cold sweat. He had long heard Thousand Calabash True Lord say that the Devil Race possessed immense strength, and that powerful devils could tear Flood Dragons apart with their bare hands.
Gongsun Yang's figure blurred, and he abruptly appeared three hundred feet away, his face full of wariness.
He hurriedly waved the golden folding fan, releasing rolling flames to protect himself. But that still wasn't enough. The Icefire Flood Dragon flew toward him and began circling above his head.
Situ Mei was greatly delighted and planned to join Zhao Shengkai in killing Gongsun Yang. Just then, a deafening dragon's roar rang out.
Zhao Shengkai shuddered in fright. His figure blurred, transforming into a grayish gale that vanished without a trace.
Situ Mei felt someone give her a tug, and she was suddenly sent flying backward.
Gongsun Yang stood dumbfounded. Who exactly had made a Spirit Transformation Mid-Stage devil so terrified?
Wang Changsheng, Wang Ruyan, and Liu Ruyi flew over.