The number of Fire Flood Dragons was absurd; in the blink of an eye, they had already pounced close to Lin Xuan.
In an instant, red light blazed, wrapping Lin Xuan within it. Wherever the flames passed, the air twisted and blurred, as if they could melt the void itself.
That might was simply beyond words.
If it had been a slightly weaker cultivator, merely being brushed by the aftershock of those flames would probably have reduced them to ash and scattered smoke.
Yet there was not the slightest pain on Lin Xuan's face, as though that terrifying heat were nothing more than a fresh breeze brushing his skin.
Lin Xuan's expression was utterly calm. He merely pointed one finger toward the sky, and with a "pfft," a mass of flame the size of an egg surfaced from his fingertip.
It danced lightly, and a clear cry rang out.
A brilliantly multicolored Phoenix appeared, its whole body a fiery red. The moment it took shape, it swelled wildly against the wind.
It transformed into a colossal creature a hundred zhang long.
Yet even so, it was only roughly on par with those Fire Flood Dragons. To say the enemy was many while he was few was not wrong in the slightest.
But in terms of aura, it was not inferior in the least. With a shake of the long Plumes on its body, the sound of tearing air suddenly erupted, and they turned into countless fiery-red arrows that shot violently toward the opposite side.
There were so many that they enveloped all the Fire Flood Dragons.
Naturally, the other side could not possibly sit still and await death.
Roars entered the ear, and they also spat out beam after beam of light.
A head-on clash!
Puff, puff, puff...
Afterward, somewhat