Rumble!
A huge explosive roar crashed into their ears, and the entire island trembled. Xianmu Yi Lan waved a hand, and more than a dozen Wind Dragons actually flew out of his folding fan.
Each one was seven or eight zhang long, savage to the extreme as they tossed their heads and lashed their tails, and without the slightest hesitation, they slammed into the blood mist.
Fairy Mingquan, meanwhile, kept both hands moving, condensing all sorts of hand seals in the void. The surrounding cold air rapidly gathered, and then an iceberg over a hundred zhang tall appeared in sight.
It pressed straight down as well.
Lin Xuan stared until his eyes nearly popped out. Even if the other party had been made of diamond, under such a frenzied barrage, he would probably be turned into a puddle of meat paste.
Sure enough, the thick blood mist could no longer withstand it. Amid a string of explosions like thunderbolts out of a clear sky, it was blasted into nothingness.
The monster's figure appeared. Five pairs of blood-red eyes opened at once, yet what filled them more was a madness that refused to accept defeat.
"Good, good. You actually forced this venerable self to such a state. One day, my Asura Race will return to the Spirit World for vengeance, and as for you lot, you can be buried with this venerable self."
Before his words had fallen, red light shot out in all directions from his body. A crazed, tyrannical aura surged forth like an angry tide of the sea, about to drown the five of them in an instant.
"Not good—he's going to self-destruct."
All of them were Lihe Realm cultivators, so their experience was naturally broad. Seeing this scene, their expressions changed wildly to the extreme. As the