In terms of size, there was not the slightest suspense about victory or defeat. However, the power of a cultivator's secret arts had never been directly proportional to their size.
So what if that Demon Fire looked astonishingly imposing?
Before the Phantom Spirit Heaven Fire, did it not instantly pale by comparison?
Almost the moment they made contact, it was suppressed... no, "suppressed" could not describe it. It should be called Ten Thousand Streams Return to the Ancestor.
It was like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea.
The Demon Fire's color began to change, as though... as though it were being devoured by the Phantom Spirit Heaven Fire.
"How is this possible?"
The Demon Race old monster on the left was both shocked and furious.
What he had spat out was Heavenly Sand Demon Fire, something with a resounding reputation even across the Spirit World. In particular, the souls of the Frost Centipedes condensed within it were each troublesome to the extreme. Even a cultivator at the Tribulation Transcendence Late Stage could not possibly ignore them. They were naturally able to restrain flames of all kinds of attributes, so how could they be defeated so easily by the other party's fire?
And this was not yet over.
After devouring the other party's Demon Fire, the Phantom Spirit Heaven Fire became even more eye-catching, a five-colored glaze spinning at extreme speed.
Then an inconceivable scene appeared.
That flame actually transformed into something almost solid, and at the same time, it instantly absorbed a vast amount of Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi.
A gigantic blade of flame appeared in their sight.
With a slight turn, it shot toward the front right. Both timing and angle were grasped to perfection, and it happened to crash head-on into the layers upon layers of