Everything around them seemed to have been struck by a paralysis spell, and the entire scene sank into a suffocating dead silence.
Everyone's eyes focused in unison on the Feather Emperor Old Ancestor, every gaze laden with anxiety.
Only this Flame World remained endlessly violent. Scalding magma seemed to possess the madness of life itself, erupting skyward without pattern from time to time.
With an overwhelming force, it crashed into the azure sky, exploding and churning in midair, sketching towering pillars of flame one after another.
Purple-red tongues of fire licked wildly at the heavens, becoming the most dazzling and restless presence within this dead silence.
Xia Ritian stood to one side, his aura restrained, with only sharp, lively light flickering in his eyes.
His gaze sometimes locked onto the distance, sometimes lowered in contemplation. Clearly, his mind was racing at full speed.
Xia Ritian was plotting every possible way to break this deadlock, an all-or-nothing resolve radiating from him.
If the Feather Emperor Old Ancestor and the Holy Mother of White Lotus joined forces, with that Luo Lingxu Remnant Soul added in, it would be equivalent to three Earthly Venerable Realm beings.
What the hell was he supposed to use to fight them?
By contrast, Empress Xia Mingyue stood nearby, her Mysterious Black Bird Emperor Robe fluttering slightly in the heat waves. Her posture was graceful and composed, without the slightest trace of panic or tension on her face.
She stood quietly in the void, exuding the innate aura of one born to rule, making others feel at ease.
It seemed that the drawn-sword tension before them, this imminent crisis, was no more than an ordinary, unruffled matter to Empress Xia Mingyue.
The six old ancestors who had suffered grievous injuries in the fierce clash earlier, however, presented an