Boom!
This was followed by a violent roar.
A streak of light came hurtling in from the distance at tremendous speed, slicing through the thick magma with a piercing screech.
Not only that, the surrounding magma began to churn, as if some force were stirring it, terrifying beyond measure.
The black-robed figure's expression changed. Without a second thought, he swung the battle axe in his hand to the limit, slashing out with towering blue flames.
Boom!
The two forces collided violently ahead, unleashing a deafening roar.
Primal Force exploded and surged outward, sweeping away the nearby magma.
The black-robed figure was driven back more than ten meters by the residual shockwaves before barely managing to stop. The hand holding his battle axe was trembling slightly.
Wang Teng and An Lan had also arrived nearby. The weapon formed by the Thousand Machines Box floated before An Lan, poised to strike.
"Domain Lord Level! You're not Cao Hongtu!" An Lan stared coldly at the black-robed figure.
"Hmph!" The black-robed figure snorted without answering. Looking at Wang Teng, he said, "I didn't expect you to find a Domain Lord Level martial artist. We all underestimated you."
"Sinclairmon!" Wang Teng said coldly.
"Oh?" The black-robed figure seemed rather surprised. He removed his hood, revealing his distinctive bald head. "How did you figure it out?"
"Your flames exposed your identity." Wang Teng sneered. "You really think highly of me. You sent two Domain Lord Levels after me, without even the slightest shame."
"Heh, you're wrong. Cao Hongtu alone would have been enough to deal with you. I didn't come for you, but..." Sinclairmon chuckled, his contempt undisguised. Then greed suddenly filled his eyes as he stared feverishly at the azure flames covering Wang Teng's body. "But none of that matters now. You actually possess a